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[yardsards]

the plot points that could've been avoided if amity blight just wore (and used) a fanny pack

[kumkaniudaku]

Stay A While (2)

Summary: Terry and Treece are feeling the sparks again.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,659

Part: 2 of ??

Warnings: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.

Previous

Grocery shopping was Patrice's private pastime. She was the queen of her universe when she walked through aisles every Saturday morning. Every flash bargain and value-sized item bent to her will for a chance at making it to her humble abode and fulfilling its one purpose in life. Employees greeted her like royalty. Customers started conversations like old friends, always giving her the scoop on any sale they'd overheard in their neighborhood Facebook groups. She was happy. She was zen. She was in her element.

"Do you need this?" 

She was a woman dragging around a large man intent on breaking any modicum of concentration she had left.

Patrice stopped and looked over her shoulder at Terry, who held a bag of cotton candy grapes up in the air for her inspection. "No, TJ. Put it down." 

"Why? You like grapes." 

"Because we're getting grapes from the farmer's market. Now, put it back."

Her rebuke was sweet but stern. Having him as a way too familiar roommate was becoming easier as the days passed. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss the freedom to go for a walk, watch a movie on the couch, or even enjoy an intimate moment alone in her own house without a man looming somewhere in the very near background. 

He didn't allow her to travel alone, and she never had the energy to protest. 

"You don't have to talk to me like I'm a kid," he grumbled as he put the grapes back in their place.

"Then stop acting like one. I have a list. I know what I need." 

"I know what I need." He exaggerated his mimicry for maximum effect. 

"You see how that was childish?" 

"Whatever." 

Patrice ignored him in favor of browsing packages of beef for the best deal. If she didn't respond, maybe he would get the hint. And, for a few moments, he did. Terry took a break in conversation to scan the immediate area quietly. He noted each patron and their most important details before checking the exit and entry points at the front of the store. They weren't secure enough, but he could manage if the situation required evacuation.

A lack of action soon turned his attention back to Patrice, who still hadn't decided. He gave her a slow once over and smiled at how much focus she put into such a simple choice. Her brow remained furrowed in intense thought, transforming her into the ninth-grade Patrice he met during a chance encounter in the library. Truthfully, he didn't have much of an opinion either way. He just wanted to talk to her every second of the day, even if it meant being annoying. 

"Get that one." 

His sudden interruption startled Patrice out of her zone, adding a final straw to an already exhausted camel's back. Terry grinned in triumph as she closed her eyes for a calming breath. 

"Terry," she spoke, slow and measured to keep the peace. "Take the other half of this list and get out of my face. Don't come back until you find everything. I'll meet you at the register." 

She didn't give him much time to protest before she shoved a carefully torn half of paper into his chest and sent him on his way. He gave her a sarcastic salute, which she waved off without a second look. She needed a moment alone and didn't care if he came back with Fruity O's instead of Fruit Loops if that meant he would be out of her hair for more than 10 minutes. 

Terry found himself slowly meandering around the grocery store with a tiny basket in tow, exhausted by all the options on each aisle. If Patrice hadn't been so meticulous with her lists, he would've given up on the mission and gone back to home base with his tail tucked between his legs. 

After sourcing the perfect pint of Oreo ice cream as an apology for his behavior, Terry found himself drawn to the sound of laughter on the next aisle. Sure enough, Patrice was parked by the frozen vegetables and engaged with a man dressed in the store's colors with his eyes directed far too low to be looking at Patrice's face. 

Terry quickly reached her location, stopping behind Patrice to show her guest the full extent of his scowl. 

Patrice noticed how his once loose body language had gone stiff and sighed. She didn't need to investigate the problem. Only her human pitbull could make a man cower in fear like that. 

"Derrick, this is Terry. Terry, this is Derrick. He usually helps me get stuff to my car." 

"Ah, man. It's a good thing I'm here, right? We don't need you taking too many breaks from stocking. Mornin' rush can get crazy." 

"Terry," Patrice admonished with a harsh whisper and an elbow to his stomach. 

Terry remained steadfast, keeping his eyes on Derrick while taking one step closer. A taunting smile tugged on the right side of his mouth. He waited on any sign of fight from his unspoken adversary. 

Derrick stood in palpable discomfort, sizing up the outcomes if he decided to test his luck. Each mental scenario led him back to some instance of physical harm on his last shift of the week. He had plans for the weekend, none involving a trip to the emergency room.

Patrice stood between a rock and a hardheaded man, praying that the Lord would end her suffering.

"That's what I was about to say," Derrick answered before shifting his attention back to Patrice. "I think I oughta get going. See you around, Ms. Ellis?" 

"Same time next week." 

He nodded in half-hearted agreement and hurried out of dodge, with Terry keeping a watchful eye until he was safely around the corner. 

Patrice groaned with one hand, rubbing tight circles at her temple. "What in the hell was that about?" 

"He wouldn't even look you in the eye. If he can't look you in the eye when he's speaking, he can't protect you, and he doesn't respect you." 

"I'm not looking for his protection. I need this water loaded into my trunk every week when you aren't here!" 

"I'll never not be here. Problem solved."

His declaration was so sure, so matter of fact, that it left Patrice no room for retort. So she resorted to schoolyard antics. 

It was her turn to mock him with an exaggerated, deep voice. "Problem solved. Push the damn cart since you got so much energy." 

He obliged without protest and a proud, self-satisfied grin that Patrice couldn't see while she led the way to the register. An unexpected system error had halted all transactions, leaving them log jammed in a long line of restless customers. 

Together, they stood sharing light banter and running through weekend tasks, resembling any other couple making a store run to strangers observing them from the outside looking in. Former acquaintances, however, had no problem drawing attention to the pair from three spots back in line. 

"I know that ain't who I think it is." Both Patrice's and Terry's eyes darted up to find the source of the loud outburst, only to whisper 'fuck’ in tandem when they spotted Katrina Spivey waving her arms to grab their attention. "Hey, Terry Richmond!" 

Terry pretended to ignore being singled out by turning his back, earning a stifled laugh from Patrice. Katrina, not one to be deterred, used the moment to push past patrons in line until she reached her destination with a host of angry faces in her wake. 

"Well, if it ain't Mr. and Miss Homecoming in the flesh. You two finally stopped kidding around and got married?" 

"No," Terry answered without much explanation, his back still turned. Patrice reluctantly made up his slack. 

"What Terry meant to say was that we're not married. We're not together at all, actually. But he's here to visit me for a while." 

"What a blessing it is to have friends you can lean on when you need a helping hand."

"Amen."

An awkward tension settled into the conversation's lull, compounded by Terry's outright refusal to engage. Patrice was in deep water without a paddle and a co-captain who had already jumped ship.

Katrina wouldn't let the conversation end and take her newfound place in line. She continued to pry.

"Both of y'all look good! How long has it been since we last saw each other, huh? Gotta be since Terry's graduation send-off." 

Patrice feigned interest with a hollow smile. "Yeah, I think that was it. A looong time ago. All grown up now."

"And thank God for it! I remember how sad you looked all night because ol' Terry was moving away. Like a little crying puppy!" 

Katrina's laughter didn't quite reach Terry or Patrice, who bristled at mentioning one of the more contentious nights in their friendship. 

"Everybody's been a little young and dumb, right? Like when you and BJ got caught underneath the bleachers during state championships." 

Checkmate. A little reminder of her indiscretions had turned Katrina's condescending smile into a mean mug that could burn through anyone not equally as stubborn. 

Terry showed his approval with a light nudge against Patrice's arm. That was his girl. Sweet as pie but a tongue coated in venom when backed against the wall. He'd been on the receiving end on one too many occasions. It felt good to be on the winning side this time. 

Three seconds of a Western standoff had culminated in a gift sent via store intercom. 

"Apologies for the stoppage, folks. Our registers are back up and running. Thanks for your patience." 

Terry moved the cart to place items on the conveyor belt while Patrice waited for the conversation to resume.

Recovering from the sharp end of a verbal lashing, Katrina cleared her throat and grabbed hold of her cart in preparation to skip lines. 

"Well, I don't wanna hold y'all too much longer. If y'all don't think you're too good to mingle with us Francis High Hornets anymore, Corey's throwing a little Juneteenth gathering at his daddy's pool hall. This is my personal invite for the both of you."

"We were already invited. Maybe we'll make an appearance." 

"That'd be grand." 

"I bet it would."

Nice nasty smiles passed between the two foes until Katrina was off to harass some other unsuspecting patron. 

Patrice tried to let go of her frustration with an angry huff before turning to catch up with Terry, who was casually moving groceries from the bagging station to the shopping basket. He waited a moment before acknowledging the obvious. 

"You over it now, or do I need to iron a shirt for tonight?" 

"I'm over it," Patrice answered plainly. She calmly handed over payment for the day's groceries and smiled ever so sweetly to bid the cashier farewell. To an outsider, she'd returned to her zen state without much effort. Terry was no outsider and kept a cautious eye on her as they loaded bags into the trunk and got settled in the front seat of her SUV. 

"You sure you're good," he asked as he backed out of their parking space. 

"I'm sure, TJ," she answered with almost too much enthusiasm. Terry started a mental countdown for the other shoe to drop. "I'll iron the shirt. You need to shave." 

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The final verdict? A plain white T-shirt. 

An hour of searching, choosing, rejecting, and choosing again led them to a plain, crisp white tee. Patrice said it went better with her yellow wrap dress, which she chose because her girlfriends were all in dresses, and she wanted to match the occasion. It all sounded like made-up bullshit to Terry. Still, he accepted being treated like a Ken Doll because it meant that his Barbie would agree to a two-hour hard stop at the festivities. 

He'd already started his stopwatch when they pulled up on a busy street in front of an even busier hole in the wall.

The smell of fresh grease greeted them upon crossing the threshold from outside into Mister C's Bar and Lounge. Fried fish, French fries, and wings in any flavor you could ask for sat in the service window, waiting for their delivery to any one of the patrons packed from wall to cinderblock wall. Terry inhaled deeply and let his scowl drop for one second to fantasize about a bite of Corey Sr.'s signature catfish and fries basket. 

Next came the familiar mix of sweat and weed near the dancefloor as bodies intertwined to some GloRilla song neither of them recognized. Thick traffic in the center of the room paused Patrice on her path to the pool tables, locking her between Terry and a crowd that wouldn't budge. 

"Excuse me!" she shouted over a swell of crowd reaction to a new song. "I need to get by!" 

No response. Not even a look back as she used a hand to create space between her and a group of men debating nonsense. Before she could try again, Terry used one hand to push her forward and his voice to clear the way. 

"Yo, step out of the way. We need to get through." Direct and to the point. He left no room for misinterpretation, and his baritone's boom left no confusion about who was calling the shots. Patrice watched with her lips slightly parted in awe. 

The first reaction to his demand was the embers of confrontation. Each member of the group sized Terry up, noticing his heavy scowl and size in comparison to their own. Then, they realized that this wasn't a winning game. 

The flashiest of the group nodded, though disdain at the mere suggestion that he was in the way kept his mouth in a tight frown. "Yeah, you good, OG. My fault." 

Another light push propelled Patrice forward as Terry maintained with each man until they had passed. 

Once they were out of the mix and nearing their destination, he advised, "Stay close." Patrice nodded her compliance, shocking Terry into a slight smile in appreciation for her obedience. 

Sparks of electricity shot between them but had no time to turn into a total current before Corey called out to them. 

"Treece! Terry! We over here!" 

Surrounded by familiar faces from Francis Edward's Class of 2010, Corey welcomed them with open arms and his ever-present 100-watt smile. At a slight 5'6", 150 on his best day, he'd always been larger than his frame would suggest. Loud and flamboyant had always been the name of his game, earning him anything he set his sights on.

It didn't take long for the trio and Corey's wife, June, to fall into familiar habits and friendly jabs at one another as they took their seats in a makeshift VIP section by the pool tables. The Three-Headed Monster was their moniker in high school, and they moved like a military force. Terry was the enforcer, while Corey and Patrice served as judge and prosecutor. If you had an issue with one, you had an issue with all three. 

"Your security is lax. Who trained them?" Terry pointed out during a dead spot in conversation. 

Corey followed his eyeline to the two young men standing at the door and back. "My boy at the sheriff's office. What you see?" 

"They look soft. It wouldn't take much to overpower them and get in for some drama. You only have one exit. Somebody breeches this place, and you're on the hook for a tragedy. Plus, the one on the left is scared. He'll be the first to leave if things get hot. Watch him."

"Impressive," June remarked, smiling at Patrice, who subtly playfully waved her off.

"Hm." Corey took a long pull from his cigar, taking in the information before responding." You here for a minute, T? I got some connections over at Liberty if you looking to get back in the swing of things." 

"Contract?" 

"Whatever you need, man. You know I'm good for it."

Terry looked over at Patrice for some indication that she believed in Corey, and she returned with a subtle nod and encouraging smile. June looked between them and then at her husband before clearing her throat. 

"It looks like Kel and his boy are back on the pool table. You know he still owes you a game from when he cheated last week." 

"Hell yeah," Corey agreed as he turned in his seat to get a look at his enemy. "Aye, T, you trynna make $100 real quick?" 

"It's either that or you gotta come dance with me," Patrice challenged. "This rum and pineapple got me feeling a little loose." 

She wasn't lying. A taste of alcohol in her system was starting to make her want to explore parts of the Patrice she thought she left at North Carolina A&T. Every heart-rattling thump of Megan Thee Stallion's latest and greatest had her thinking about reminding everyone in the room that she could move with the best of them. 

Her little grind in her seat made Terry show teeth in a small grin before he stood to his full height and looked down at her. His eyes were hooded and dreamy from some combination of exhaustion and a contact high, reintroducing that spark from before.

"Don't go too far. I'll be back with your money in a little bit." 

Patrice's tongue felt too heavy to respond coherently past a punch-drunk nod. June watched her watch him make his way down the platform and into the crowd until both men were out of earshot. 

She whistled and shook her head. "That's a good-looking man, ain't he?" 

"Who? Corey? He alright. He's like a slightly more attractive Taye Diggs." 

"First off, ouch," June laughed. "Second, I was talking about Terry. He was cute in high school, but I'll be damned if that second puberty didn't take him to a whole 'nother level." 

"Don't tell him that. His head is big enough."

"You know you wrong for that." If the music weren't so loud, everyone in the building would've heard the pair guffawing over Patrice's petty insult. 

Once they contained themselves, June took a sip from her margarita and shifted in her seat to get closer to Patrice.

"He likes you still." Five plain words shook Patrice internally as she struggled to maintain a poker face. June continued. "I see the way he looks for your approval and damn near trips on himself to fulfill your every whim. You're all he talks about when he and Corey get on the phone." 

"They talk?" 

"From time to time. I think he needs a man's opinion sometimes, you know?" 

Patrice wrestled with the influx of information as June continued. 

"That man is mean as a snake. Always has been and always will be. But, you bring something out of him. Even if you can't always see it." 

"If that were the case, things would've been different for us back then." 

June shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe you're right where you're supposed to be. I know I can't make you do what you don't wanna do, but if what I say means anything, focus on today. Thirty-two-year-old Terry is so much more prepared to love you than eighteen-year-old Terry was." 

Punctuating her advice, June tapped Patrice's leg twice before taking a step away to refill their tray of food. 

Focus on today.

The words replayed in her mind repeatedly; even after their two hours were up, Terry had returned $100 richer, and they were back on the road to their quiet slice of the world. 

They rode together in content quiet, letting the Quiet Storm host talk while Terry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music. 

Randomly, he would glance in her direction, assuming she had lost the sleep battle to her old friend Bacardi. When he reached over to adjust the air vent on her side of the car, he was surprised when she mumbled a low "thank you." 

"My bad. I thought you were sleeping." 

"No. My head is swimming, though. Don't let me drink that much anymore." she laughed. 

He chuckled along with her but didn't agree to keep her from letting her hair down occasionally. In his eyes, seeing her relaxed and carefree was a gift to the world. 

The opening notes of Tevin Campbell's "I'm Ready" swirled around them, sounding like a secret message to Patrice as she focused on streetlights to keep the contents of her dinner inside her stomach. 

"Hey," she whispered before she could catch herself. Terry acknowledged her with a glance. "Do you think you're still scared?" 

"Of what?" 

"Of whatever kept you away for so long?"

He thought for a moment, wanting to make sure he was clear with his word. "No. I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of bringing you along for a ride I might not survive. That's not a threat anymore. So, no, I'm not scared anymore."

You know I'm ready

To love you

Forever 

Patrice reached across the center console until she reached Terry's hand to interlock her fingers with his. He gave her an appreciative squeeze without taking his eyes off the road. 

"I-I don't think I'm scared anymore either."

Her heart raced wildly behind her ribs, and Patrice was that if Terry pressed his wrist close enough to hers, he could feel her pulse accelerate. He didn't mind either way. Sweaty palms and trembling fingers would never be enough for him to let her go. Not again. 

As if she'd break if he moved too fast, Terry brought her hand to his lips slowly. One kiss. Another. Two more. And a final one for good measure. 

When he'd had his fill of her skin, he pressed the spot up against his cheek. He needed to feel and absorb her until they were one body. 

But, for tonight at least, this was enough.

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[witchofhimring]

Under the shadow of the Crown

Synopsis: Your life as Princess Baela's lady-in-waiting is ripped apart. Queen Rhaenyra decrees that you marry her younger half brother Aemond. Terrified, you are in no position to object. Such are the lives of those in the shadow of the crown.

Pairings: Aemond x Y/n

Part of my Dynasty of Blood AU series, built of this concept.

You had never payed attention to the second sulky son of Alicent Hightower. If fact you had not even come to mainland Westeros to marry him in the first place. Of course marriage had always been in the cards. As heir to Blackhalt, your families ancestral seat just off of The Reach. A great match had always been in store for you. Lord Cregan Stark and Jeoffrey Velaryon had both been put forth. Only Lord Stark's had been seriously considered as the third born son of Queen Rhaenyra was not yet ten. It was only a pity the eldest two of her boys were to be wed. Well, Lucerys and Rhaena had not been wed at the time you arrived at Kings Landing. Crowned Prince Jaecerys had already taken Baela Targaryen to wife by then. Your role, until it was time to take up the mantel of ladyship, was to serve the royal family and cultivate whatever ties you could.

You were placed in the service of Princess Baela. She was around your age, born within the same year. Admittedly you were more than a bit intimidated. Use to being the second highest ranking lady in the room it was strange to be standing in front of the third greatest lady in the land. Not only that but Baela rode a dragon. Her beauty was intimidating as well, with thick silver hair and wide violet eyes. Her skin was dark and smooth, the scars she obtained in battle only giving highlighting her features. Normally scars could not be considered pretty, but Baela seemed to wear them as one would their jewels. Clad in black and red the princess looked almost like one of those Valyrian gods. Not that you had ever met one before. But perhaps this was how they were depicted.

The two of you would forge a friendship. A combination of personal liking and ambition. However it was with Rhaena that you first became friends with. The younger of the two, Rhaena was less assuming compared to Baela. That did not mean, as many mistakened her for, a wilting flower. She simply preferred to be more guarded and taken to court etiquette more easily. The two of you had much in common, a love of fine dresses, music, poetry and an ability to connive when the situation so called for it. When you were free of duties the two of you would hide under the Weirwood and read poetry.

Two years passed and a new year was upon everyone. A New Years ball was to be arranged and it was up to a team of ladies (including yourself) to organize who was wearing what. It was already agreed upon that Baela would be wearing a high collared red gown with rubies sewn into it. Not that she knew it yet. The rest of you would wear colours representing your houses to show a symbol of unity. "I think everyone should wear a red ribbon to symbolize the princess." Rhaena pulled out a silver box from underneath a tall tower of various items. Let it not be said this was an easy job. A new years celebration was nothing to scoff at. Especially as this one would be a pre-celebration to the marriage of Rhaena to Lucerys. Rhaenyra's second son had been off to learn what it mean to be a lord. This had been to the great distress of Rhaenyra. But she finally relented, unusually, and allowed Daemon to teach her son everything there was to know about being Prince of Dragonstone. Now that he had experience and was a man it was high time Lucerys married.

"Oh dear." Lady Cassandra stifled a laugh as she held up a pair of ludicrously high heels. Lady Cerelle of Casterly Rock paled and looked to Rhaena. She would find no security in her look as Rhaena sighed. "Let me see." You took the pair from her hand and examined them. They were exquisite in design and any woman would be thrilled to have them. Except this was Baela who would likely be as friendly as Vhargar when it came to overly constraining dresses.

Rhaena sighed and slumped in her seat. She looked up at the ceiling, exasperated. "Baela is going to kill me." You looked up at her. "Why you?" Rhaena sat up and stooped down to gather loose fabric. "Because I was the one who commissioned Panella to make the dress. And I swear I told her to make the dress to Baela's tastes. But the Queen ordered her to make it luxurious as possible." Queen Rhaenyra was well known for her expensive tastes. Just a glance at her dresses was enough for anyone to know. This had worked in your favour when the Queen gifted you a dress of pink silk and pearls. You had yet to wear it but the dress was truly magnificent. However, at this moment, was it worth it if Baela ripped your head off?

Deliverance came in the form a knock. One of Dowager Queen Alicents handmaidens entered. She first curtsied to Rhaena and then turned to you. "Lady Y/n, the Queen Dowager has requested your presence." Getting up you bid the ladies farewell before leaving. Hopefully you would be kept away long enough to avoid Baela's terror.

Lady Alicent had settled in the Hands Tower, much to the annoyance of the actual hand Ser Corlys Velaryon. The moment you entered green clouded your vision. On the steps of a dais sat the women serving Alicent. They mostly hailed from the Reach and Westerlands. Sitting on a throne like chair was Alicent. She looked older than her thirty and four years, a statue of regality and sternness. Had you done something to incur her ire? There was nothing you could think of. So you curtsied, hoping that if she was upset a show of supplication (even if it irked you) might mollify her. To your surprise she smiled, or at least it looked like a smile. This unsettled you to a degree.

"Lady Y/n, the Queen, your father and myself have chosen a husband for you." Several things went through your mind, excitement, anxiety and hope. You had been endlessly curious as to who would become your husband and the future lord consort to Blackhalt. "You will be marrying my son Prince Aemond. Everything dropped out from beneath you. Not literally, but it felt like someone had just hurled you down a dark tunnel. Out of everyone why him!? You could not say Aemond was well known to you. Only the stories and the looks he gave anyone attached to his elder sisters house. As you were a member of Baela's household his dislike over spilled into you as well.

Was this your fathers idea? Or your mother, who despite not being the ruling lady held great sway. Always you had known you'd marry, such was the duty of every lord and lady. Never had you though as you did now, that this was all some great mistake.

You curtsied to the third most powerful woman in Westeros and said how honoured you were. An honour it may be, but not one you cherished.

"Absolutely not!" If one though Baela had been angry beforehand it was nothing to her tirade over Aemond taking one of her handmaidens. "My Princess, I can still serve you, surely." You held her hand in your own. In the greatest state of anxiety Baela hardly seemed to notice. Suddenly she bounded to her feet. Cerelle leapt back in fright and Cassandra rose to her feet. Baela seized your hand and headed out the door. She strode forward with such a great fury you nearly tripped. You could hear the other two following, also having difficulty in catching up. It was only when you entered a staircase lined with red tapestries did you realize where it was Baela was taking you. Before there was even time to protest Baela waved the guards aside and burst through the door. Queen Rhaenyra lounged on a plush chair, surrounded by her three youngest sons, little Princess Visenya and four ladies. As usual she was bedecked in the finest robes imaginable. Jeoffrey came to his feet and rushed towards Baela. Despite the animosity between Baela and her good-mother she was fond of her husbands siblings. Once they broke apart Jeoffrey rushed back to his mother. Tention filled the room was two Targaryen Princesses stared each other down. Baela may not be Queen yet, but she had enough spirit to outdo almost any other. Rhaenyra may have been older, but the fire dwelling within her blood was no less furious. Despite their differences they both had something starkly similar. They were the very blood of Old Valyria.

"Princess Baela. Please take a seat." Baela simply stood there, not budging. Nervously you stood there. While Baela might get away with this you may suffer the brunt of Rhaenyra's anger. She was quick to anger and slow to forgive. So you hung your head in hopes that she might consider you unworthy of her anger. "He who bends may rise again", it was a Greyjoy saying, yet your mother mentioned it had a great deal of merit.

Lady Cassandra quietly entered, paid her respects to the Queen, then stood there. "Lady Velaryon, please take my daughter to her room." Lasfy Velaryon, a cousin of Baela, rose and took the hand of little Visenya who had only recently celebrated her third name day. With some fussing the princess was spirited away. Rhaenyra waited until her daughters little footsteps disappeared. When Rhaenyra focused her attention back onto Baela she looked as gentle as a dragon. They said the Queen was quick to anger, slow to forgive. You prayed her anger did not fall on you.

"Your impertinence is noted, Baela. Remember I am Queen so watch your tongue." The subject of Queenship had always been a tense, provocative one. When King Laenor died the crown passed to his wife. At the time Prince Jacaerys was only ten and considered too young to rule. Fearing a war over regency as had happened in the time of King Jaehaerys they had the boys mother become Queen. It was all wrapped up in a neat little bow. No boy kings and the succession going down the natural path. Or it would be so if it were not for the face Rhaenyra's sons were not Laenor's. Whispers floated down the halls that it was the former Captain of the City Guard Ser Harwin Strong who had fathered the boy. If the succession had gone down the true legitimate line then it would have passed to Laena's line. Baela was Laena's eldest child. But Rhaenyra was quick. She married Laena's widower Daemon Targaryen and married their children together.

Baela, who should have been Queen, stood in front of her stepmother who was Queen. Veryone else shrunk back. Even little Jeoffrey. "I hear you mean to marry Y/n Blackhalt to Aemond." She practically spat out the last words. All these years later Baela was still smarting over the injustice of Aemond taking Vhaegar from her sister. The feeling was mutual. Aemond had hated the Velaryon girls ever since that terrible fight on Driftmark. After the funeral of Princess Laena Aemond had stuck out and claimed Vhaegar which had once belonged to Aegon, consort of Queen Visenya. Words were said and Baela punched Aemond. A brawl ensued and Aemond lost an eye. The relationship between the families of Viserys Targaryen's first and second wives had never been smooth. Rhaenyra was left imbittered after her lady-in-waiting Alicent married her father. The two had never reconciled. Or so you heard.

"I am aware. Myself, Lady Alicent and your father have all agreed to it." Baela puffed up. "As a lady in my service Y/n is under my care and therefore I should have been informed." "My brother is a prince of the realm. Lady Y/n should feel honoured." Rhaenyra's amethyst eyes then settled on you. Oh Gods no.

"Lady Y/n, what do you say?" This was possibly the worst situation you could be placed in. Either way you would offend someone. Your best friend and future Queen, or the current Queen. Your mothers lessons went through your head. What would she do in this situation? Feigning calm, you spoke. "My opinion hardly counts. I will do what is best for the realm." You prayed this appeased both Targaryens. Rhaenyra had a look of satisfaction on her face. Baela's you could not see.

"There we have it. Is there anything else you would like to add?" It was not because Baela had been calmed that she turned and left. You could see the tension in her shoulders and knew Baela only left to stop herself from doing something truly rash. She had let go of you and both you and Cassandra were forced to race behind. All the way to her room the three of you ran. Rhaena and Cerelle were still in Baela's room. Rhaena opened her mouth but Baela spoke first. Once inside she immediately rounded on you. "So you want to marry him!" The fury in her voice made you cower. Unable to speak, it took everything in you not to cry. "You betray me in front of the Queen! You! Are you truly my friend or will you open your legs to any many who will have you!" Everyone gasped. Cassandra dropped the pearls, Rhaena clasped a hand to her mouth and Cerelle had silently fled.

You could not even cry. Your fear was so intense you remained rooted to the spot, stuck dumb. By no means were you a coward. Under any other situation you would have defended your honour. But not only was Baela your friend, but a Princess and future Queen. Baela's furious person glowered at you. Trembling, you only just begun to think of anything to say when Baela turned on her feet and stormed out.

There was no air in your lungs. Or at least that was what it felt like. Everything seemed to be falling away leaving you in a deep sea of despair. One by one you imagined everything being taken away, leaving only burned friendships and a disgraced name. Baela shot you one last disgusted before turning on her heel and leaving. With a bang the door shut.

Everything swam before you. Darkness began to rise and suddenly you were swallowed by it. Fading voiced echoed and drifted further and further away. A dull pain echoed in your head.

Then everything was black.

Pain was the first to greet you. The sun nearly blinded you and the world came into blurry focus. Every movement was slow and it ached. The bed dipped slightly as a face hovered above yours. "Y/n?" You recognized Rhaena through her voice. Then another joined your view. With vision clearing you realized it was a Septa. A cold hand pressed against your burning forehead and she spoke. "Can you see?" The words that came out of you sounded strange, like someone was yelling across the great hall. "Yes. But faintly, I think?" Wincing you held up a hand. Your vision was clearing and almost perfect again. "Sit up if you can." A hand behind your back helped you up. Propped against pillows a cup was placed by your lips. Cold water wetted your parched throat. It made a world of difference. Your senses were clearing and the remains of grogginess disappeared. Unfortunately it also brought pain into sharper focus. Reaching behind you felt a bump.

"Thank the Gods that is all. It could have been so much worse." Cerelle was nervously chewing her fingernails. You noticed that Cassandra and Baela were missing. "Cassandra was summoned by Baela. But she is very worried." Said Rhaena noticing your mood. "Does the Princess know what happened?" "I don't know. Not unless Cassandra told her." Defeated, you laid back. Still coming out of a haze your thoughts darted here and there. All this information, Baela's anger, the betrothal and Queen Rhaenyra's animosity made you want to faint all over again.

Cerelle and Rhaena said nothing else as you lay back down. The three of you stayed in that room, the sun setting. All the while you wondered if this was the right decision.

You should have been happy at the choice of husband. Aemond was young, handsome and a prince. But on the morning of your wedding all you felt was dread. During the early hours of the morning you lay awake, Rhaena snoring a few inches away. As a princess-to-be you got new rooms in the Red Keep. These ones opened out onto the garden, a combination of roses and salt lingering on every surface. You would rather have been in the old rooms. At least Baela had been your friend back then, and Aemond had not been your betrothed. You missed those days were you were just Lady Blackhalt. After the wedding you would be sent back with Aemond to Blackhalt island. Away from the place which had been your home since childhood.

Everyone but you seemed happy. Only Rhaena seemed aware of your mood. Cassandra and Cerelle were with Baela, they would no longer be with you. And Baela...who knew. They washed you within an inch of your flesh. Scrubbed till it hurt they finally pulled you out and lathered on a sweet smelling cream. Every inch of you were fussed over by an army of women. When that was done they dressed you, a whole new ordeal. For the first time you wore the Targaryen black and red. The three headed dragon was sewn onto your bodice with rubies glittering on silk strings. For a moment you forgot every worry when looking in the mirror. Every move sent sparkles dancing around you, and as princess you would always have such gowns. At least that was one comfort.

The dress became a burden when it was time for the procession through King's Landing. They placed you on a chariot for all of the smallfolk to see. They called out to you, blessing you with good fortune and many children. You smiled and waved, ignoring the heat and painful corset. Yet to have so much adoration gave you a warm feeling. You tried to focus on that. White petals were thrown into the air. Several getting caught in your hair. Finally you arrived back at the Red Keep. The remaining court which had not come with you was waiting. Helped off, you were delivered into the arms of your father. Lord Blackhalt was a stranger to his daughter. Having barely seen him in years it felt strange to have him hand you off. Baela might as well have done the honours. Speaking of Baela she was there. It hurt when she barely looked at you. And after this you would likely hardly see her again.

They were now closing in from all sides. Walking into the Great Hall you felt all their eyes on you. 'From now on I will always be watched.' You thought. You would go from lady to princess. A member of the royal family. Waiting for you at the end was the High Septon and Queen Rhaenyra, looking on in satisfaction. You hated the queen, her satisfied look making you want to throw up down the stairs. How dare she act all pleased! And then you saw your betrothed. Aemond stood inches from his sister. His black leather made you want to shrink away. 'Don't you it.' The warning spurred you on.

Aemond's hand was calloused and cold. It was a shock compared to the heat of this morning. For the first time you looked Aempnd in the face. As a body you feared him, as a man you nearly ran. And now you would spend the rest of your life with him. His purple eye was hard to read. No expression passed his face. It was worse than showing anger, at least you would know what to expect. Right now you knew nothing. In truth despite the proximity for so many years you knew nothing about him. Always it had been the words of Baela and Rhaena which painted a picture. Now on your own there was a blank canvas.

'With this kiss I pledge my love.' Empty words. His lips were cold against your own ones. Your black and white cloak was whipped off, replaced by the Targaryen sigil. No longer Lady Y/n. Y/n Blackhalt, Princess of Westeros. You felt naked, unprotected. And now your girlhood was ended.

Notes: I just want to reiterate that this is not a story in the sense I will organize it into chapters. It will be a collection of one shots based off of scenarios. If anyone wants to further discuss these characters I am happy to do so!

About the characters: Cassandra is much nicer in this version. I suspect that the reason she was so bitter in Fire and Blood was because she went from a possible heiress to House Baratheon and promised to a prince, then promised to a King. Only she ended up married to a man well below her station. Personally I think she was definitely ambitious, but is less malicious in this version due to being Lady Baratheon by right. So she certainly has less to be bitter about.

Now, about the readers wedding. Because this is a world were women inherit the reader will keep her last name. But because she is marrying into the royal family she wears their colours. So that is why she wears the Targaryen cloak.

Rhaenyra does come off as cruel in this one-shot however she will get more development. Her actions are a combination of spite against Baela and to show her place as Queen. Baela resents Rhaenyra for taking the place she thinks is hers. I will at some point write a one-shot from Baela's point of view.

The other ideas I have in mind:

-Rhaenyra and the reader talking about their dead ancestors

-Baela and Daenerys (reader's daughter) talks about queenship

-Reader's friendship with Baela and Rhaena

-"Monarchs of Westeros" (part 1) Covering every monarch of Westeros in this AU from Visenya the First to Rhaenyra the Second.

[bluemari23]

darl+ing you || choi seungcheol

summary: You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better. pairing: choi seungcheol x neurodivergent reader genre: soulmate au, soul bonds, fluff, angst, idol au warnings: major angst, some light fluff, airport mayhem, angry cheol (not at mc), sneaky jeonghan ofc, word count: 2.8k new _world / part 2 of ?

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You truly weren’t sure how to do this. You had been alone forever and didn’t know how to adjust to suddenly having someone in your presence, wanting to be in your presence. 

You were at the airport, your flight with Seungcheol, he insisted you call him Cheol or another nickname but you weren’t too comfortable with that yet, leaving at almost 5 am this morning. So, you arrived at around 2 am, a driver coming to pick you up, ordered by HYBE. 

After packing yesterday, you realized that Seungcheol only had what he was wearing when he was transported, so you took him to the store to try and grab a couple of items for him to last until we got to Korea and he was able to get back home. He pouted almost the entire time, claiming he didn’t need anything, but you just ignored him.

Once at the airport, you had to go through customs and security, which you thought would take longer with Seungcheol not having any of his things. But you were proven wrong when the driver had handed you a soulmate passport, made specifically for those with the soul transport bond that had been transported into a different country. This meant that you had the same privilege and status as your soulmate. 

After going through customs, you and Seungcheol were led to a separate lounge, away from other people, besides a security member that had been assigned by Seungcheol’s company to stay with you until you both got to South Korea. 

“It’s okay, baby.” Seungcheol whispers into your ear, trying to ease your anxiety as he places his palm on your thigh, causing your leg to stop shaking up and down. You freeze again, so unused to any affection but he doesn’t act like he notices, instead choosing to rub his thumb against your legging covered thigh. 

You were anxious about everything right now. 

You were trying to ignore the thoughts circling in your head about being unlovable, the television program’s voice just ringing in your head. It was hard to overcome the cemented feeling of being unlovable and an outsider and then all of a sudden that idea being thrown out at the appearance of your soulmate in your bed.

You slowly relax into his touch despite your thoughts, causing a small smile to grow on his lips. He had a feeling your life was tough before he showed up, literally. He wanted to know everything about you, the way you took your coffee, if you were an artist of some type, what your favorite song was; he wanted to know anything you were willing to tell him. 

You felt the same, wishing to know who the person behind the screen was. You felt so comfortable with him already, not having the usual tense reaction to touch that you usually experienced. You felt like your body and soul had already accepted your bond, they were just waiting for your mind to join in. 

“I’m just nervous, I guess.” You let out a little breathy, wanting to take full advantage of having a bond. You’ve always dreamed of being bonded, and you weren’t gonna let anyone take it away from you. “All of this is so…new.” You threw your hands up, gesturing to everything around you.

Seungcheol turned in his seat to face you, his hand still working small circles into your thigh. He could see how much you lean into his touch; how much you crave that intimate feeling his touch could bring you. He was so happy to have a soulmate, and he was going to do everything in his power to prove to you that you were his and that he was going to treat you like a queen. 

But, before he could say anything, give any reassurance to you, his phone began to ring. He moved forward quickly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he put an arm around you and pulled you into his chest to your head rested on his shoulder. Then, pulling his phone out of his pocket, he realized it was a facetime call from Hoshi, but he knew that all of his members were probably going to be on the other end. 

With you still in his arms, he answered the facetime. There were so many faces trying to push their way into the screen, whether to see you or to hide others, Seungcheol didn’t know, but it made him grin either way. 

You remained frozen as you watched the members of Seventeen, besides your soulmate, fight over the phone. This was just another reality check for your new world, being a part, even if it’s a small part, of the idol scene. 

Eventually, they all backed away from the screen as Mingyu balanced the phone on something so they could all be in screen. You look up at Seungcheol to see if this was normal, only to see him smiling at the screen with fondness, before looking back at the phone. 

So many questions start at once, everyone having something to say to you and their leader. 

“Okay guys. One at a time.” Seungcheol finally manages out between laughter as you tense up at the loud noises coming from them. 

“Can she understand Korean?”

“Are you guys at the airport already?” 

Those were the two questions you could make out, as they all tried talking at once again. You were frozen, shy at all of the members looking at you. You almost turned your head into Seungcheol’s shoulder, trying to hide your shyness and the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

Seungcheol could tell as well, squeezing your shoulder in his grasp before moving his arm to rest at your waist, holding you to his side for comfort before answering.

“She does understand some Korean, but you need to speak slowly for her to understand. She is Seungkwan and Vernon’s age. She is a carat. And we are in one of the private lounges at the airport.” Seungcheol answered the questions he heard, some shouts of excitement from the two ’98 liners being heard in the background as he answers Dino’s question. 

“It is very nice to see you, Y/n. We can’t wait to get to know you better when you get here.” Woozi spoke softly but was still heard by you as he waved to you. He spoke slowly enough for you to understand, thankfully. You were still a bit shy, but you knew you needed to be polite and respond to him, plus, you wouldn’t turn away the opportunity to speak to members from one of your favorite groups. 

“It is nice to see you all, too. I—uhm, I’m excited to get to know you all as well.” You respond in your best Korean receiving a big smile from all the boys, but the biggest grin from your soulmate who leans down and kisses you on the head, unable to help himself. 

The call is cut short from the hired security coming in to tell you both that he was ready to board the plane with you and your luggage. You only had a carry-on and a suitcase as well as your personal backpack that had your purse in it while Seungcheol had borrowed one of your duffel bags for the things you bought him and the stuff he was transported in. 

“We are about to board so we got to go, but I’ll text you when we get in the air.” Seungcheol ends the phone call after several thousand goodbyes are said.  

Once he puts his phone away, he leans down and grabs the handle for your suitcase while you put your backpack on and grab the handle to your carryon. Once he puts his duffle on his arm, he grabs your hand to hold in his and the both of you follow the security to the first class entrance. 

You felt like you were in a trance, having flown only a couple of times and being in economy every time. First Class was so extravagant looking. Everything was clean and you definitely felt out of place as you walked forward, Seungcheol leading you to your seats. As you passed by the other seats, you noticed a small blanket, eye-mask, and earbuds were placed on each seat as well as a water bottle and an empty champagne glass. The seats reclined into a bed and there was even a small side table and television in each seat pod. 

When you got to your seats, Seungcheol surprised you by placing your stuff in the overhead compartments and helping you into your seat-pod. You didn’t expect for him to do this, to take care of your things and you before himself. 

You had a feeling that your wishes for a soulmate were actually manifested in Seungcheol. Yes, you were a carat and knew he liked to take care of his members, but you weren’t a member and you were used to having to do everything yourself, always being overlooked and forced to be hyper-independent. It was such a nice thing that you almost began to tear up as he made you sit down as he opened your water bottle for you. 

“Why are you crying, baby?” He questioned you softly, leaning down to look you in the eye. You didn’t think he would notice, but he did. Which was something you were sure you would need to get used to.

“I’m not used to others taking care of me.” You whisper, answering without thinking, still too in your head over your soulmates caring actions. 

Seungcheol can’t help but to get a little angry inside, nodding his head at your words. He swears in his head to anyone listening that you will always be taken care of with him. He loves how open you are being with him though, that you feel safe enough with him to tell him to truth about your feelings. 

“I will always take care of you, my soul” He cups your cheeks softly, tilting your head downward so he could place another soft kiss on your temple, resting his lips there for a couple seconds before getting up on his feet and moving to his own seat. He doesn’t miss the blush on your cheeks though, beaming to himself that he can make you so flustered so easily. 

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You spend the rest of your flight playing twenty questions with your soulmate, Seungcheol having managed to put the divider between your seats down so you could see each other. It was a nice time, truly, just getting to know your soulmate without the pressure of everything you knew was going to happen when you get to South Korea. 

Once you touch down, your peaceful atmosphere was unfortunately broken. Before you got off the plane, Seungcheol receives a call from his manager who was waiting outside for you, that it has been leaked what had happened the past couple days and that the airport was swarmed with fans and paparazzi, waiting for you two. 

You could see Seungcheol was upset, his jaw tense and his grip tight on your hand as he holds you still. You didn’t know what was going on, only that you had to stay on the plan for a little bit longer while HYBE security and the airport security do their thing. 

Seungcheol remained on his phone, talking fast as he tries to ensure your safety while now bringing you into his embrace, holding you like he did in your room the morning before. His chin was resting on the top of your head as your cheek rested against his chest, feeling the vibrations coming through your cheek as he talked to another person on the phone. 

You stayed on the plane for an additional twenty minutes before someone Seungcheol recognized came onto the plane and over to you. 

“We have a route out and to the car. You can leave your things here. We will grab them.” The large man spoke to Seungcheol, before looking toward you and giving you a small smile with a nod of his head. 

“Okay. Come on baby.” Seungcheol looks down at you before pulling away. He grabs your hand again without even thinking about it and begins to lead you out of the plan. He holds you closely to him, your shoulders brushing against each other as you walk out to the plane and are suddenly surrounding by maybe ten large men, formed into a circle around you. 

You keep your head down as soon as you see the lights flashing ahead of you. You can feel Seungcheol hold you even closer, cursing under his breath at the amount of people waiting for you both. Once you got into the crowd, despite being surrounded by guards, you were scared. You felt like you dissociated once the flashes started, but you were brought back by a tug on your shirt. 

Despite the number of guards near you, someone managed to get their arm through them and latched their hand onto your shirt, tugging you to the side, and in turn, tugging on Seungcheol who had a tight grip on you. It was a split second, but the damage was already done. You could hear screams but you were now moving quickly, Seungcheol beyond angry and more guards came over. 

You could feel the tears building in your eyes, falling because you were too scared to wipe them away. You were too scared to move your body in fear of being grabbed again. 

You hadn’t even realized you had gotten outside and to the car when Seungcheol had opened the door for you and helped you in first. You saw someone sitting in one of the seats from the corner of your eye, but you kept your head down, flashing lights continuous in your vision until Seungcheol got in and the door was closed behind him. 

You were frozen, trying to calm yourself down as Seungcheol moves closer, buckling your seatbelt for you and sitting as close to you as possible. 

“I am so sorry, baby. I can’t believe we got leaked!” Seungcheol pushes out the last sentence in anger. He was so mad about the entire situation and was beyond worried for you. He could tell that what happened had scared you; you hadn’t spoken to him since the plane and you were practically shaking like a leaf. 

Seungcheol was scared. He couldn’t protect you in that moment and he almost lost you to someone tugging on your shirt. He had just found you and then almost lost you in a second. It would not happen again. 

Seungcheol only pulled you closer to him, hoping his presence would be a comfort for you before he turned to the other person in the car. 

“So, how did you win the competition to be here?” His voice was tense, understandably, but you could still hear some fondness in his tone as he spoke to the other person. You still hadn’t looked up yet.

“I snuck in while everyone else was freaking out.” Jeonghan teased, hoping to get you to look up at him. He wanted to ease the discomfort and fear he knew you were probably feeling right now. They were used to this. You were not. 

Jeonghan’s words had you looking up though, eyes red and puffy from your silent crying breaking both of their hearts. Seungcheol hadn’t even realized you were crying and made himself a mental reminder to do his best to pamper you tonight. 

“Have the company found the leak?” Seungcheol asked, his hand squeezing your won tightly still, not having let go since you got into the car. You could hear the anger lacing his voice, his determination to keep you safe only doubling. 

“They have. And they’ve been fired. It seems that someone overheard a conversation about your announcement to us. Everyone has been dealt with.”  Jeonghan didn’t hold back, knowing how his leader and friend got when something went wrong. No one wanted to get in their leader’s way when something happened to one of their members. He could only imagine how amplified that would be now with you. 

“Good.” Seungcheol ended that conversation, quickly moving onto another, more light discussion when he noticed your eyes begin to glaze over. He could tell something was wrong, but he would wait until you were both alone to talk to you about it. 

You remained quiet as you listened to Jeonghan regal the tale of what happened when they realized what had happened to Seungcheol and how excited the other members were to meet you. Hoshi and DK already fighting over who would be your best friend while Joshua and Mingyu were trying to figure out what kind of welcome gift to get you.

It seemed like the members were more excited to meet you than you could have imagined. 

[oswildin]

I Hate You {Loki x GN!Reader}

Summary: Loki hates you. Or does he?

A/N: Avengers AU, mentions of ‘damsel in distress’ but no gender specifics or use of ‘y/n’

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury

This is now also an audio pov on my tiktok! You can find it here

“Absolutely not-“

“No way-“

“Me with them?”

“Us?”

“Wouldn’t work-“

“Never in a million years-“

“I refuse to be on a mission-“

“-with him.” “-with them.”

Well, unfortunately for you, Fury didn’t give a rats ass that you and Loki did not get along. No, he expected professionalism and success. And that was hard when it came to Loki. He made everything so… difficult. He was arrogant, smug, annoying, grating and, quite frankly, a drama queen. Every mission he had been sent on had something happen - usually because of his penchant for mischief. He also deliberately did things around the compound to irritate you.

For example, the other morning he used your favourite mug, feigning naivety about the fact, labelling it an ‘innocent mistake’. But you knew better. And the glint of mirth in his eye when he said it told you all you needed to know. He also enjoyed moving your things - yes, you should know better than to leave your phone or keys or other items laying around in the common area, but at the same time, you were grown adults. In fact, he was over 1000 years old. Completely childish.

“Sounds like Rudolf has a crush.” Tony had said.

Ridiculous.

You hated each other. And Loki made that clear. He’d also often start arguments, especially in front of the others. Natasha suggested maybe he just enjoyed getting a rise out of you, or that he was trying to cover the fact that he did in fact like you. But you knew better than that. No, Loki Laufeyson just saw you as an easy target, knew you would react. It was entertainment for the God.

But anyway, the mission.

You both had been sent to a rather large warehouse, an underground arms dealer had been storing weapons there - of both alien and human nature. You’d both split up, entering from each end of the warehouse, covering both sides. Of course, you were met with guards, which you swiftly dealt with.

“You know, if you need a hand-“ Loki’s voice came through your earpiece, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Focus on yourself, Laufeyson.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you began to venture further into the warehouse. “I don’t need your help.”

“Very well. Continue with your brute force.”

“It isn’t ’brute force’, it’s called combat.”

“Of course, my mistake.”

Asshole.

He knew what he was doing. You could envision the amusement on his sharp features, the glint of smug mirth in his blue eyes. God, he was so annoying.

“‘My mistake’ my ass.” You muttered, pursing your lips as you began to survey the area.

“I can still hear you.”

You paused for a moment, before clearing your throat. “Good.” You retorted, raising a brow. “Then you can hear how I don’t appreciate you downplaying my abilities in this mission.”

“I never said such a thing.”

“Just focus on the mission.”

“I can do both at the same time. I’m rather talented at multitasking-“

“Loki-“ You hissed, frustration mounting with your partner. The God went quiet, probably to bask in his small victory of winding you up. You rounded the corner of a large shelving unit, seeing a load of crates, clearly ready to be shipped off to whoever. You had to admit, it was strange it was easier than anticipated. You’d expected far more guards and security… No, something was off.

Approaching the crates, you pried the lid off one, seeing it was empty. You furrowed your brows, moving to another, doing the same. Empty.

“Shit.” You whispered.

One more.

Prying open another crate, what you were met with made your heart stutter in your chest.

“Loki, get out.” You told him lowly through the comms, letting out a breath as you quickly turned on your heel. “It’s a trap, they knew we were coming- Just get out!” You urged, beginning to run.

“What? What did you find?”

“An explosive, now move!” You exclaimed, legs sprinting away from the crates, the explosive device.

You had ten seconds.

Loki’s expression turned serious, brows creasing, lips turning into a thin line as your voice came through his earpiece. He cursed under his breath, feeling panic creep up on him. You were a mortal, yes, a competent one at that but still a mortal.

“I’m coming.” Loki spoke into his earpiece, turning to head your direction, despite your warning.

“No- Loki, just go!” Your frustrated, slightly panicked, voice came through.

“Too late.” He quipped back, speeding up his long strides. However, before he could hear your voice argue back, the loud sound of the explosion sounded from the opposite end of the large warehouse, shaking its foundations. Loki let out a breath, eyes wider than before. You hadn’t told him how long he had, you had. He felt fear grip him. He called your name through the comms, breathing turning slightly heavier. When he didn’t get a response, a shiver went through him. His long legs began to sprint, forgetting completely about the mission. He had to get to you. By the Norns, he hoped you were okay.

Yes, it was true. He did annoy you. He loved winding you up, he loved when you got angry, when you snapped at him, gave him attention. Maybe it was childish, but it was his default. Any attention was good attention, and oh, how he vied for yours specifically. It was also partly that he just… didn’t know how to get your attention any other way. He wasn’t exactly… Well versed in… Romance. Sure, he’d read novels, but it was very difference in practice. Especially as the God of Mischief.

“Say something!” Loki exclaimed through his earpiece, a command and a plea.

However, nothing.

His heart, yes - of course he had one, beat faster. Anxiety. Fear. Adrenaline. It was all coursing through his veins. Smoke began to appear, thick and fog like as he summoned a blast of magic, dispelling it with a wave of his hand, allowing him to clear a path. The roof of the warehouse had partially caved from the explosion, rubble and debris ahead littering the ground and shelving units. He called your name again, and again.

You groaned as your brows creased, feeling a pain in your leg as you tried to sit up. You winced, glancing down to see a large metal beam had landed on your right leg, holding you down. Cursing under your breath, you heard the sound of your name being called through the sound of your ears ringing.

Loki.

“H-“ You coughed. “Here-“ You called back, voice raspy. “Over here!” You raised your voice slightly, forcing yourself to sit up, dust and dirt covering your form. After a moment, footsteps rushed towards you, clambering over the rubble as you looked up. Loki’s blue eyes instantly travelled over your form, looking for any injuries, before they landed on the beam and your leg.

“It’s okay- I’m going to get you out of here, alright?” Loki spoke calmly, despite his breaths being quicker than usual. You assumed it was from running. In fact, it was his panic. “I need to lift this-“ Loki shifted, rubble moving under his boots as he approached the beam. Luckily, it weighed nothing for a God. You winced as the pressure lifted from your leg, hearing the beam clatter loudly to the floor as Loki discarded it.

“You need to tell Fury-“ You began, slightly wheezy, moving to try and hoist yourself up. Loki’s brows furrowed.

“Forget about that-“ He told you firmly.

“Loki, SHIELD need to know-“ You argued, feeling his hand grab your shoulder to keep you on the ground.

“No, we need to get you outside and help-“ He rebutted, making you groan in irritation.

“Why can’t you just listen to me for once?!” You huffed, looking at him angrily.

“Because right now, you are more important than the mission!” Loki’s own voice raised, his words hanging in the air between you both. You blinked. “You’re hurt and you’re mortal-“

“Really? Throwing cheap shots at a time like this-“ You said defensively, moving to try and shove his hand from your shoulder. Loki let out an irritated growl.

“No! It’s because I care about you!”

Silence.

“What?” You whispered, lips parted in shock. Loki closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

“I…” He sighed. “I care… about you.” He murmured, meeting your gaze, searching - looking for any sign of understanding, recognition, something. “And… I know- I know I may not… show it in a… conventional manner-“ You almost scoffed. “But please, let me get you outside and then we can deal with Fury.” He held your gaze, nodding faintly, willing you to accept his words, accept his help. He truly, just wanted you to be okay. Your eyes flickered briefly down to your leg, seeing the red beginning to stain your mission gear as you felt your muscle throbbing. You didn’t think anything was broken, but a gash was a gash. It could get infected, it could be worse than it looked…

Silently, you gave a small nod. You swore you heard Loki let out a breath - yes, he had been holding it, waiting with bated breath for your agreement. “Right-“ He muttered quietly, shifting to get closer, kneeling down. “Arm over my shoulders-“ He told you lowly. “This may be… uncomfortable.” He warned before moving one arm around your waist, another under your knees, shifting your injured leg as you bit your lip to stop from making any sound of pain. “Okay?” He asked, eyes scanning your features, seeing the way you were biting your lower lip. You quickly nodded, giving him a look that said ‘hurry up, please’. Loki’s blue eyes shifted, softening, hating seeing you in pain.

It was strange. Seeing such a look from the God of Mischief, whose eyes were usually home to mirth. He cared about you. Tony’s words echoed in your head. Had Loki truly… had feelings for you this whole time? And like some… school boy had been showing his ‘affection’ by… teasing you? Testing you? Being irritating to get your attention?

Your thoughts were disrupted as Loki finally moved, hoisting you up with him as he stood to his full height, keeping you securely against his chest as he carried you bridal-style. The urge to make a quip about not being a ‘damsel in distress’ lingered on your tongue. Loki gently carried you, trying his best not to cause any further harm or pain to your leg.

“You really care about me?” Your voice finally spoke, breaking the silence that had lingered between you both since his confession. Loki’s lips parted, as if he was about to deny it - out of instinct. The quickly pressed together again.

“Is now really the time?” He asked lowly, raising a brow. “You’re bleeding, and I’d rather you didn’t get blood on my attire. It’s Asgardian leather.” He commented, lips quirking ever so slightly as he watched your eyes roll.

“For Gods-“ You muttered. “Put me down if you’re gonna be an asshol-“

“Okay, alright-“ He cut you off, sighing. “Fine.” He huffed, clearing his throat as he headed towards the entrance you’d first entered the warehouse in, deftly avoiding any debris that was strewn about on the floor. “Yes-“ He said, tone still huffy. “I thought that was obvious-“

“Obvious?!” You repeated in disbelief, the conversation helping take your mind off your wound. “You irritate me, do things to deliberately annoy me, argue with me-“

“You do the same.” He interrupted, tilting his head slightly as his gaze flickered over your face. Your lips parted in confusion and, almost, offence.

“No, I do not-“ You shook your head lightly.

“You do.”

“No- I don’t-“

“You’re doing it right now, arguing with me-“

“Because you started it!”

You both were outside by the time you’d finished, Loki still holding you as he came to a stop, a hint of a smirk on his face. “Yes, and you are always so intent on finishing it.” He quipped, making you narrow your eyes at him. “It’s extremely entertaining.” He shrugged slightly, your arm that was slung over his shoulders moving with him.

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could be of service.” You said wryly, turning your head to glance towards your leg. “I suppose I should thank you.” You mumbled reluctantly.

“Ah, yes-“ He nodded. “You really should.” He paused, raising a brow, feeling much better knowing you were okay. The fact you were arguing with him was a sign of that. “Perhaps you could buy me dinner?” He suggested, tone full of mischief. “There’s a lovely place just opened up in the city, Stark mentioned it-“

“You mean the five star, gourmet restaurant that costs an arm and a leg?” You scoffed.

“Seems fitting considering you nearly lost one.” He teased, making you raise your free hand, whacking him in the chest. “Ow!” He whined, brows furrowing, lips pursed. “Usually heroes get a kiss from the damsel in distress, not assaulted.”

“I hate you.”

“And I hate you.”

[purpleyoonn]

Doughnuts and Shell Casings 2

one shot series // part 2 of 3

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au,

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, kidnapping, allusions to murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, protective bangtan, possessive bangtan,

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masterlist // one-shot masterlist // part 1

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It was Friday morning, meaning it was your turn for the normal errands. This time, it actually meant getting more safety enclosures and items for the café and for your own apartment. You had been unsurprisingly shaken and uncomfortable being alone since the incident at the restaurant a couple weeks back.

This meant you had spent the past couple weeks either staying in the studio apartment above the café, or with the girls in their home. You hadn’t been back to your own apartment besides the first night when you went with Jeongyeon and Mina to get some clothes and other necessities. The girls were fine with this, and even encouraged it, Tzuyu saying it would be like having a big sleepover.

But unfortunately for you, today would be one where you venture out alone. Chaeyoung and Momo were supposed to be going with you but Chae got called in to retake an exam she missed in the midst of the restaurant incident and Momo had a family emergency. 

This meant you were walking out of the house alone accompanied by the small canister of pepper spray Nayeon had bought for you that went on your little keychain.

“Okay, Y/n, you can do this.” You mutter to yourself, trying to hype yourself up as you walk down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. 

You didn’t have a car, nor did you see yourself needing one. You and the girls both lived in neighborhoods that were close to the café and the girls’ school along with a bunch of shops and other necessities. It was nice for days like this, where you needed the fresh air, but also awful because you didn’t want to be alone right now.

You had your small backpack on your back along with your keys and phone in your jacket pockets, your beanie keeping your head warm on the cold morning. The hardware shop was only a couple blocks away, and you hoped that you were walking fast enough to make it before it got super busy.

Ever since the restaurant, a lot of people and businesses were taking the precautions to up their own security and were taking the steps you were now. You planned to get a good alarm system for the café, one that included a camera aimed at the entrances and the exits, including the cafes back exit you used for shipments. 

You were also going to buy a couple of deadbolts for the café and for your own home. You weren’t allowed to get any system that had a camera at your apartment, the manager claiming it infringed upon the privacy of the other residents.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon got really mad at that one.

By the time you made it to the hardware store, you were already shaking. Every time you had gone somewhere, even with the girls, you always felt eyes on you. This time was no different even if you could never figure out where the feeling was coming from.

“Good morning! Welcome into Ace Hardware. Is there anything we can help you with today?” The front clerk asked as soon as the doors opened to the store, you walk inside and wiping off your boots.

You shake your head as you grabbed one of the little baskets by the door, thanking them before making your way to where you knew the security hardware was located. Dahyun had gone with you the other day to look at all of the options, her phone on speaker with Nayeon and Jihyo as you perused.

You noticed it was pretty quiet as you looked for the items on your list. It was kind of nice as you didn’t have any distractions to deter you from finding everything on your list. It took you some time, but once you had everything in your little basket, you began to make your way to the front.

You didn’t know where your mind went, but you looked down every aisle you passed as you moved to the front of the store, every aisle empty as you walked. You narrowed your eyebrows, the little voice in the back of your head telling you to run, that something was seriously wrong… and boy, do you wish you listened to it.

Instead of dropping your things and leaving, you stepped up to the counter, where the man from before stood, leaning against the counter and watching your every move.

‘Uhm, hello. I just need these.” You spoke up, voice proud your voice didn’t waver as you placed your basket up onto the counter. The man nodded, eyes on you as he scanned your items.

“I don’t think you’ll need these.” He was blunt, shrugging his shoulders as he pressed enter on his keyboard to continue the transaction.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“I said you won’t need these.” Your eyebrow quirked at his words, at his own nonchalance.

“Well, I’m not sure who you are to tell me if I need these or not.” You watched his lips grow into a grin, making you step back into a body you didn’t know had shown up.

You jump as you back into the man, turning to say you were sorry when you look up. It was one of the men from the restaurant, the one who killed the owner and the employee in front of you. Eyes widening, you try to move away only for his arms to snake around your waist and turn you around so your back was pressed against his front.

“Hello, baby. Did you miss me?” You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he moved your hair away from your back, his nose pressing against your pulse point as you try not to cry. The cashier leans over the counter and wipes away a tear, his thumb pressing into your cheek as you try to move away.

“I meant; you won’t need these measly measures of protection when you have us.” His words brush against your cheek as he moves in, not caring that you flinch as his lips press against the skin he pressed his thumb into.

As he moves back across the counter, he shoves your items onto the floor and slides across the counter, standing in front of you.

“Alright, where are the other two?” He brings his hand up to caress your jaw as he speaks, the man holding you still pressing his nose against your pulse point as he rubs down your sides.

“Probably in the back…” His lips brush against your neck as he speaks, his words tapering off with some insinuation that you don’t understand. The man in front of you only nods, gesturing to something behind you as he moves off to the side and through one of the aisles.

You try to take this as an opportunity to leave, your hands going to the ones on your side and yanking them off you, only to make it three feet away and being yanked back into their embrace.

“Aww, little one, that hurts my feelings.” He pulled you back over to the counter, moving one hand up your abdomen and to your neck, like the other man, but instead he brought his hand to cover the expanse of your neck, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“That’s not very nice of you.” Footsteps make their way to where you and the man from the restaurant were; a slight chuckle leaving the new person.

“Jimin-ah, not here.” The man, Jimin, laughs as he kisses your temple.

His grip loosens on your neck, letting your head fall forward a little to see the man before, his blonde hair now a little messed up as he holds a couple things in his hand.

“I see V had his fun.” Jimin smirks at his hyung, noticing his swollen lips and messed up hair. The man only smirks as he moves to stand in front of you again.

“Sorry about this, kitten. Can’t have you trying to run.” Your eyes widen at his words as he holds up some rope and a sack. You shake your head, pleading with them. They both just look down at you with pity as Jimin ties your hands up and the man, Yoongi, places the sack over your head.

“Take her to the car.” The man’s words were sharp, leaving no room for arguments as Jimin pushes you to walk, hands on your hips as he guides you outside. You stumble as you make it out the doors, his grip tightening on you.

“We can’t have you hurting yourself, can we.” His words shake you even more, your body tense and your hands clenched into fists as you dig your fingernails into your palm.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

The feeling in your body told you that you were done for.

“Here we go…” Jimin muttered as he walked you up to the van, opening the sliding door and picking you up, grinning at the gasp that leaves your lips as he jumps into the van, closing the door behind him and pulling you onto his lap, securing the seatbelt over the both of you.  

You were silent, not wanting to make a sound and make anyone angry. You had no clue who these people were, but you knew they were capable of anything if you go by what happened at the restaurant. You had no clue if they would hurt you, but you wouldn’t put it past them.

So, you remained silent and still.

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your jean covered thigh made you want to vomit, even more so as your body started to relax against him against your own volition. You held back a sob as the doors opened, voices joining the silence as the vehicle started.

“How is she Jiminie?” A familiar voice asked the man under you.

“Tense. I think our baby is scared.” Jimin’s voice was teasing, his hand squeezing your thigh a little bit before going back to rubbing circles.

“Aww, baby. There is no need to be scared. We’ll keep you safe.” The familiar voice coos at you, a presence moving next to you and another hand resting on your other thigh.

The rest of the car ride consisting of twists and turns that last longer than ten minutes, you tried counting but lost track after Jimin started pressing kisses to your shoulder; you cried. You managed to hold your sobs in, managed to keep silent as you listened to the men talking and joking around.

You could only see a bit of light through the sack over your head, and you knew for sure your wrists were bruised from the rope as you held them to your chest. Your body was starting to ache from how tense you were, your shoulders almost reaching your ears.

The feeling of the vehicle slowing down and stopping caught your attention, only for everything to move quickly once the doors opened. You were being picked up again, a silent gasp leaving your lips as the person holding you moves quickly.

You were becoming numb to everything, your mind trying to protect you from what it thinks could happen. Different scenarios filling your head as you tried to slow your racing heart. It doesn’t work as you feel the man sitting you down on something soft, someone moving to sit behind you and trap you between their legs, your back being pressed to their chest.

Soon enough the sack was being removed from over your head, your hair moving into your face as you struggle to take a deep breath in, suddenly feeling as though you were suffocating.

The person behind you starts to coo, their hands moving, one to wrap around your body and rest on your stomach and the other to brush your hair away from your face. When your vision clears, you see six men, all in various positions, resting in front of you. Your eyes, however, immediately move to the one who stands in front of you, only a couple of feet from where you sit.

You grow uncomfortable under their stares, well, even more uncomfortable than you already were. You begin to squirm in your seat, forgetting that you were trapped in someone’s embrace as their groan reaches your ears, causing you to freeze.

A deep chuckle leaves Namjoon’s lips as he watches you freeze against Jimin. His smile growing as he watches you eye him, as if trying to see if he would do anything to you. Oh, he thinks, the things he would love to do to you.

“Why am I here? What do you want with me?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raises as he hears you ask, your voice unwavering as you try to show no fear. You were impossibly cute, entirely innocent and he knew you were perfect for them.

“Baby girl. You’re too cute.” Jin can’t help but to coo, his words making your shoulders tense up again. You couldn’t understand why these men wanted you, nor why they kept calling you pet names. You saw the men nod their heads, saying their own agreements, ignoring you and your words.

“Answer me!” You shout, trying to remain confident despite the way you were trapped against the man behind you.

“Oohh, looks like our baby has a bite.” One of the men jokes out, making the men all laugh again as your cheeks burn red. Looking away from the men, not wanting to give them any satisfaction of your own annoyance.

To your further annoyance, the one holding you, who you assume to be Jimin, puts his hand on your neck again and turns your head back to face the room again. His thumb rubbing against the side of your jaw in mock comfort.

“You hold something important to us.” The main in the middle, right in front of you, finally speaks up, his voice silencing the others. The room turns from a goofy atmosphere to a silent, serious one, everyone looking at you.

“I—what?” That was absurd, confusion ringing through your ears as you subconsciously relax against Jimin.

Suddenly, the ropes tying your wrists together were being untied. Hands replacing them and holding your hands to your chest, Jimin’s thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your now really bruised wrist.

“You have something important to us.” The man repeats himself.

“Look, I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything of value. Please.” You couldn’t think. What did you have of importance to them? You didn’t have any money or valuables; the café was doing well but not enough to really by robbed.

“That’s not what he means, baby.” One of the men from the restaurant speaks up, the same one who yelled at the owner not to touch you. His voice was softer this time, the lip piercing glinting in the small bit of sunlight peaking through the windows.

“C’mon little one, why don’t you show him your wrist, hmm?” Jimin coos from behind you, ending his words with a kiss to your now exposed shoulder, your shirt and jacket falling off your shoulder from being manhandled.

You held your wrists tighter to your chest, wincing as he moves his lips up your neck and to your ear, dragging the lobe between his lips and pulling on it.

“There is nothing on my wrist.” You mumble out, hoping they would drop whatever game they were trying to play with you. This wasn’t funny anymore. Nothing made sense. You figured you managed to walk into another burglary at the hardware store, but they didn’t carry in any bags, no evidence of any weight being dropped while you were in the car.

Why would they take you, but leave the money from the store behind?

“Oh. Joonie-ah, did you hear that? Our little mate thinks we’re nothing.” Another man coos, the blonde cashier from the store who obviously wasn’t a cashier. He grins at you, watching as your eyes widen and dart to their names on your wrist.

Kim SJ

Min YG

Jung HS

Kim NJ

Park JM

Kim TH

Jeon JK

The seven names that have been driving you crazy since they appeared on your wrist when you turned thirteen. Despite his teasing tone, your entire body froze, dread and confusion filling your body as his words sink in.

“Don’t believe us, kitten?” At his next words, everyone turns their wrists to you, showing you their own soulmarks. Jimin’s own wrist is turned upwards, your name at the bottom of his own mark. Your hand moves slowly, your pointer finger moving to trace the outline of your name.

“What…?” Your words were a whisper as everything seemed to hit you at once. Why they were so intent on taking care of you at the restaurant, the smiles as they saw your blood covered soul mark.

You barely felt as Jimin moved you around, adjusting you in his lap as his lips placed themselves on the nape of your neck.

“It was fate. We went in for a job, planning on killing everyone inside when that employee was killed in front of you, his hands on yours. We knew before we walked in, seeing your mark from outside as we moved past the window. Plans changed.” Jimin narrated, his voice soft as he remembered seeing your mark through the window as they walked past and into the building.

“We wanted to take you then and there, seeing how unprotected you were, but we knew we couldn’t leave any witnesses. We knew you cared about your friends, seeing how you tried to protect them. We needed a plan.” Taehyung spoke this time, eyes narrowed at your shaky form as you just stared at Jimin’s wrist.

“We’ve been watching you the entire time, making sure our baby was safe. We followed you and you friend, Dahyun, to the hardware store and when you didn’t walk out with anything, we knew you would go back. And thus began our plan to bring you home.” Jungkook’s tone was angry, still upset that you felt you needed useless items to protect you when you had them.

You looked up when they were done talking, eyes soft and unmoving as you felt yourself becoming light. The pieces were connecting. The eyes you felt on your every move had never felt uncomfortable or fearful, just weird. It made sense why you felt so safe within the past week, and not because you were with your friends. Why you felt safe enough to leave the house so much, despite never really feeling the need to before.

You were inadvertently being protected and watched by your soulmates.

You were being watched and protected by men who were criminals by career, maybe even men for hire judging by the way they carried themselves.

And you had never felt safer in your life than when you were in the arms of the man who killed the restaurant staff and caused you and your friends such trauma and turmoil.

“Oh…” Was the only thing to leave your lips, words not being supported within your brain right now as you trace your name on Jimin’s wrist, not noticing the way his eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of your fingers on him.

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“Now, darling, why don’t we show you to our room?” Namjoon speaks up after everyone finally introduced themselves.

You had become completely relaxed in their presence now, not flinching or hiding away when one of them came up to you or touched you. In fact, it seemed like you were leaning into their touch, seeking it out as you walked next to Yoongi as they lead you to their shared room.

Well, now your shared room.

It was customary for mates to start sharing a bed once they found each other. It helps to keep the bond active, to keep everyone from going through withdrawals from distance. Sickness and aches were not uncommon for mates who have some distance between them, especially in the beginning of the bond connecting.

Namjoon led you all down a long hallway, only three doors residing along the walls. The last one on the right held the symbol for the group within the wood of the door. A slight push against the wood had it opening to reveal a large room. 

A custom-made bed, big enough to fit ten, was placed against the far right wall, a curtain canopy attached to the side frame and headboard. On either side of the bed was a nightstand and at the foot of the bed held a two-seater couch with cushions you felt you could fall into.

Opposite the bed was a large dresser and a door that you think leads to the closet. To the left of the bed was another door, opened already to give you a peak of the bathroom. The room was entirely spacious and had you never wanting to leave.

“Do you like it, baby?” Jin’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded your head, too in awe for you to come up with a coherent answer.

His breath on your neck had you taking a breath in, trying to regulate yourself. The feeling of his fingers gripping onto your waist had tingles shooting down your spine. You could suddenly feel every part of your eldest mate pressed against you, the warmth of him sending your own warmth straight to your core.

You clenched your thighs together hoping no one noticed your growing arousal and desire as Jin walked you forward and deeper into the room instead of standing in the open doorway.

But they noticed.

Yoongi and Jungkook walked over to the bed, leaning against the long metal framing holding up the canopy.

“Why don’t you come feel how comfy the bed is. I know I always hate leaving the bed in the mornings.” Yoongi gestured for you to come forward, Jin reluctantly letting go of you.

“More like you never want to leave the bed.” He muttered to himself, getting a pinch on his ass from Namjoon who was standing behind him.

“Okay.” You mutter as you make your way to the large bed, seeing just how comfy it looked up closely. You can even see how soft the blankets look, the fabric practically calling your name as you bring your hand out to press on the mattress, testing it out before turning around to sit on it.

Tentatively, you watch their reactions as you move to lay back on the bed, not wanting to make anyone feel awkward as you lay in their bed. While you are their mate, you can’t help but to overthink. Do they even want you in their bed? They did say this was your room as well now, but did they mean it?

“You are very tempting, darling.” Jin’s eyes roamed up and down your figure, loving the way your thighs practically flattened against his blankets. You noticed the glint in his eyes darken as they caught sight of your lower half. He looked at you with lidded eyes, catching your surprise. You just shrug his words off, not really believing them.

Taehyung watched as you looked away from Jin, sitting back up on the edge of the bed. In the time he has been watching you, he could tell you were self-conscious about yourself, not believing any of the compliments any of your friends or customers had given you.

He quirked his eyebrow at Jimin, who had also observed this little thing of yours. They had already talked about this with each other, which is why Jimin had been so hands on with you. He couldn’t help it, Jimin’s love language was physical touch. He literally could not go minutes without touching one of his mates.

They would make sure their sweet little mate knew how loved she was…even if someone had to die to make it known.

[crystalflie]

Two Cat People In The Same Room.

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1414

Tags: Gender neutral reader, general audiences, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

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Walking up the dark stairwells, it leaves much to the imagination of what can be lurking behind the shadows. While you weren’t exactly thrilled to be joining another game, a face card game to top it all off, there were only 2 days left on your visa. Might as well try to clear one of the easier ones before they get sweeped by the card collecting fanatics.

And besides, it's less risky to play now then later when only the kings and queens will be left.

The Jack of Hearts it is.

Approaching the top of the stairs, the fluorescent light coming from the room above makes you feel dizzy, having spent most of the day bouncing around the alleyways and attempting to avoid the king of spades along with his shooting rampage.

Dammit..why did you have to split up with Arisu and Usagi? You haven’t seen them since a little before the absolute massacre that was the ten of hearts. They seemed to be the only people that were even slightly trustworthy in the borderlands, which really isn’t much of an accomplishment when Niragi Suguru exists, but still.

Stepping inside the illuminated room, you quickly slip on the hood of your fluffy white jacket, suddenly feeling self conscious when realizing players were already scattered about, watching who will be the next unfortunate victim in this twisted killing game.

You glance around, taking a few seconds to observe your surroundings. The center room that you and the other players stood in currently was circular, with yellowing walls splitting into multiple hallways. It was quite spacious actually, and there was even a second floor to accompany the large complex. However, it was just a tiny bit nerve wracking with the place eerily resembling a prison.

You focus on the wooden counter in the middle of the room, and also the tv screen on your left indicating the registration requirements.

{Each player must put on a collar in order to participate}

Ah yes, the fan favorite neck exploding collars.

Glancing down, there were only two more collars remaining, and strangely enough, there was a tiny circular screen on the front. You quickly reach for one of them, before freezing as someone’s hand brushed against yours, reaching for the same one.

In that slight moment of hesitation, they had taken the collar.

You looked up, a bit offended and half expecting a meager apology, but was met with a taller man wearing a neat blue button up, who only smiled in return.

You decided to just take the other one…and hopefully avoid him later while you’re at it. A few seconds pass with you trying to snap on the collar to no avail, and while you were frustrated, you didn’t want to ask for help from strangers.

Lucky for you, you didn’t need to ask, because the cold hand from before, who you now know belongs to the weird guy that just had to take your collar, gently took the collar from your hands.

“You’re putting it on the wrong way.”

He didn’t sound condescending like you thought he would, instead just putting the collar around your neck, the item making a metallic click sound as it securely snapped closed.

It took every muscle in your body to not flinch back from how cold his fingertips were when they made contact with your much warmer neck.

What is up with weirdos and having cold hands?

Chishiya also had cold hands.

Not that you ever held his hand, or thought about holding his hand, but you just knew.

“Oh, uh..thanks.”

At least the blue button up guy was helpful, more than the other people just staring.

You thought that concluded your painfully awkward interaction, but the man leans a little closer to your face and lowers his voice.

“My name is Banda. Banda Sunato. We should be friends.”

Yes, you could use a friend. A trustworthy one.

And you weren’t desperate enough to settle for Banda.

“Uhm..”

Banda waits for you to reply, and he really hopes you’ll be compliant. He just couldn’t help it, see, he just really liked…cats.

He hadn’t seen any animals since waking up in the borderlands, and the only thing he really missed from the ‘real world’ was his pet. So when he walked in and saw you in your cat-eared hoodie, all he could think about was how he wasn’t there to feed his cat (whom he creatively named Kitty)…and how easily blood can taint your white jacket.

Another smile seemed to grow on Banda’s face at your visible nervousness, but he wasn’t given long to appreciate it as a robotic voice filled the air from the speakers.

{The Game Will Commence}

Everyone’s attention was captured by the flickering tv screen that began displaying the rules.

{Solitary Confinement}

{Each round will last one hour. Players must guess the suit: heart, spade, diamond, or club displayed on their collar by the end of the round within five minutes. Players must report their answer inside a cell of their choosing.}

Murmurs arose around the room, and you instinctively reached up to touch your collar, now realizing that the tiny circular screen was on the back of your neck.

And everyone else’s.

{Failure to do so will result in a Game Over.}

{Clear condition: Eliminate the Jack of Hearts hidden among the players.}

{Time limit: None. All player’s visas will be frozen throughout the game. Enough food has been provided in the cafeteria.}

You share the same look of shock as many others, the thought of staying here for a long period of time leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

{Round one: Start}

There was a countdown that began immediately on the screen. People were starting to talk about the rules, and you remembered that you were still standing next to Banda. He seemed to be listening in, and you took the chance to scurry away before he could try to talk to you.

Multiple voices engaged in conversation, seemingly suspicious of the simple nature of the game.

“Well this is easy. We can just tell each other our suits.”

“But the rules mentioned that the Jack of Hearts is one of us, wouldn’t they lie to make us lose?”

“Meaning, this game would go on forever unless someone lies to the Jack.”

The last stranger's voice makes your eyes widen, looking around the room until they land on a figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Chishiya.

He was alive, with his clean white summer hoodie and calm demeanor, completely fine even after the destruction of the beach. You weren’t exactly close per say, but a few interactions here and there and it was impossible to forget him.

Someone like Chishiya stood out too much, and you didn’t know whether it would be better or worse for him to remember you or not.

You might’ve stared a bit too long, because when everyone began to disperse and form their own little alliances, Chishiya caught your eyes, raising his eyebrows and grinning when you looked away again.

“Hey.”

You jump, feeling a hand grip your shoulder from behind.

It’s Banda, and he’s amused at your jumpiness by his presence.

“What do you say? Let’s be useful to each other.”

His way of wording things made it sound as if he lacked understanding of how human relations worked on the surface level. Can you really trust a man like Banda?

“Oh, I-“

Someone else butts in, stepping in next to you.

“Actually, that’s my partner.”

You held your breath when Chishiya, still full of as much audacity as the day you met him, pursed his lip and waited for Banda to back off.

Banda’s expression was unreadable, looking over at you for confirmation.

“Really? I haven’t seen you two talk at all.”

Oh.

So, Banda has been watching.

Chishiya prepared to say something else, but another small voice sounded a few feet away.

“Oh uh..”

A boy wearing a yellow striped shirt and overalls looked at you nervously, then looked back on the floor.

Chishiya and Banda glanced at each other, then at the boy, as if saying ‘what?’.

The boy bowed politely, addressing you.

“I-I was wondering if you would like to be partners!”

The two men beside you scoffed, not really expecting a third competition. But it wasn’t as if you'd pick Mr.Overalls who randomly came up over them, right?

“O-oh yeah, sure.”

.

.

.

Both of their smirks drop.

~AN: This is my first time writing a reader insert, so I hope it is okay. If anyone is interested in part two, let me know, and feel free to ask any questions. ♡︎~

[three-penguins-in-a-trench-coat]

There is something deeply suspicious about Sandy from Stardew Valley

Sandy, the chill lady who runs the Oasis shop and front for Mr Qi's exclusive casino doesn't seem to have any major problems, outside of a lingering boredom.

But something just doesn't sit right about her character. Sandy never leaves the desert, even though she longs to see Stardew Valley again. She claims that she can't leave the shop unattended, but aside from the farmer, only her friend (definitely more than friend), Emily, will visit once a year on her birthday. No one else will ever enter the Oasis. We never even see the patrons of the Casino enter or leave, perhaps due to the exclusive nature of it's clientele, or maybe there's another entrance. Knowing Mr Qi, some of the patrons may not be small enough to fit through the doors. Either way, Sandy is never seen interacting with them.

What we know about Sandy:

Her name isn't actually Sandy. We never find out what it really is

She lives in the desert all year round, even though she says "my delicate skin burns quickly in the sun"

She is able to keep her store running, even though she never has customers

She is the only place that sells the unique starfruit, despite not seeming to have a supplier that we know of

She is aware of the Casino, but not allowed to enter, thanks to 24/7 security. Despite this, she continues to act as a front for it, taking hefty bribes to stay quiet

She used to visit, or perhaps live in Stardew Valley before moving to the desert

She is friends with Emily, but is never mentioned by anyone else

This is literally everything that can be confirmed about Sandy. Every single thing we know about her raises more questions than it answers. Aside from Mr Qi, she is the most mysterious character in the game. However, stranding together the small pieces of information we have, one theory seems more likely than all others: Sandy is on the run.

She lives in the desert, under a fake name, despite the climate being quite uncomfortable for her. Out in the middle of nowhere, no one can find her. Mr Qi took an interest in her, enough to move his Casino into the upper floor of her shop. The fact that he did this means that she's different.

She never returns to the valley - unless you invite her to the cinema - despite claiming she wishes to return. All flowers from the valley are considered a loved item to her. But why can't she go back?

My guess is that there was an incident. If she is friends (girlfriends) with Emily, she probably has at least a small interest in magic. Perhaps one day, intent on discovering the purpose of a certain crystal, she accidentally invokes some ancient power, causing mass destruction and multiple fatalities. Sandy never actually meant any harm, but no one will ever believe it. And so, with a heavy heart, she leaves her home behind to hide in isolation. Emily is the only one that understands. And Mr Qi.

The dramatic soul in me would love to believe this.

But what I reckon happened was that Sandy was just a girlboss supreme and committed multiple felonies including arson, vehicular manslaughter, battery and grand larceny because she knew deep down that she was just a true queen and those plebians should keep their heads down and kneel at her feet. Unfortunately, she couldn't slay hard enough to counter the entire police force and went into hiding until she can slay across the lands once again.

Mr Qi watched it all, munching on popcorn and little pieces of rock candy.

[theroyalsims]

CASUAL ANYA SHOPS AT SWANKY STORE IN CHAMPS LES SIMS

The Crown Princess has traded cold chilly Brindleton for slightly sunnier (but by the looks of it, very wet) Champs Les Sims. HRH is currently in the picturesque seaside country to prepare for the upcoming World Sports Summer Festival, which will be held in Tartosa in the coming months.

HRH has been flying to and from the south of Champs Les Sims these past few weeks, where she continues her training. She has been photographed training on horseback numerous times during this past month. Brindleton's future Queen is hard at work to win the top spot in the upcoming three-day equestrian competition.

Yesterday, however, HRH was seen shopping and leaving a luxury boutique with her bodyguards in tow. The Crown Princess reportedly splurged on scarves, belts, and a few purses, said to be presents as she had most of the items giftwrapped.

The high-end store is known for its very A-list clientele and "normies" can't just walk in to buy a bag. The store is known for having a very long (and hard to get into) waiting list, with some patrons having to wait for over a year to get their hands on their desired bags. Of course, when you're a Crown Princess, those rules apparently don't apply.

However, despite previous reports claiming that Anya had the store "shut down," the fashion label itself denied said claims and issued a statement:

"No demands were made by the Crown Princess or her security officers to close down the store. In fact, they declined when we offered to temporarily deny entry to other customers in order to give HRH more privacy. HRH was assisted by one of our capable Sales Agents like the rest of our refined customers, and was treated with our world-famous hospitality and impeccable service."

This, of course, is a stark difference compared to a certain Countess and her diva behaviour. If you think about it, closing down shops seems to run in the family. The Queen once even closed down an entire street when she decided to eat out, causing a traffic jam. Nice to see Anya's not as demanding as her mum and sister when it comes to shopping!

The Crown Princess, who was dressed in a black embroidered jumper (a rewear), walked out of the store carrying her own shopping bags and an umbrella. Her every-present security officers were close by. The party then boarded a heavily tinted black SUV.

[sirserpentine]

Gala.

Starter for @poisonedspider

"Your butt will never fit in that, Boss," Freddy Mercury gently pointed out, making Sir Pentious groan and roll his eyes rather exasperatedly. The little egg was pointing at the most gorgeous, light pink gown his boss was carefully altering. It was elegant and shimmered. And it needed extra arm holes for who would actually... hopefully wear it.

"It's not for me," the serpent quickly clarified. "Will you please go and get me some letter paper and a pen?"

Pentious looked at his minion toddle off and then turned his attention back to the beautiful garment. It had not actually been Pentious whose attention the dress had first caught; it had been Angel Dust, two weeks or so earlier. Pentious had gone shopping with him, trying to get out of his comfort zone and try some new accessories instead of sticking to his ancient guns.

The dress had stood as one of the shop's centrepieces, worn by a tall mannequin and sparkled in the bright lights. Pentious had naturally noticed it, but even more so the way it had made Angel stop in his tracks. The spider had stared at it for a moment with clear admiration. Pentious wasn't always savvy to the atmosphere at hand, but one thing was clear; in that moment Angel, eyes wide and hazed in thought, had loved that dress and perhaps imagined wearing it. But he hadn't even tried it on. Nor said anything about wanting to. And something about that had made Pentious terribly disappointed.

And that same something had possessed Pentious into returning to the store the very next morning, buying the dress without as much as eyeing its price tag and having it wrapped and placed into the shop's elegant gift box. When back at the hotel, he had first thought about taking it to his flatmate's room without further delay, but then hesitated and swiftly hid the box in his own room. He had been plagued with doubt and shyness.

Would it be too presumptuous of him to gift Angel something like that out of the blue? Would it be seen as rude, or macabre, even? What if he had miscalculated his friend's expression and Angel actually hated the elegant dress? Would Angel laugh at him? Would he be confused, and ask why Pentious would do this? And what would Pentious say? That he just thought it would make him happy? Did that make sense? Was that enough? Why did Pentious want it to be... more than that?

Then his minions had brought Pentious his mail for the day and one envelope, closed with a royal seal, had caught his attention. It was an invitation.

Lucifer would be holding a Charity Gala in one of his lavish premises. Three-course meal, performances, auctions, dancing. Pentious knew the event well, he had even taken part a couple of times. You had to be...well endowed to be invited. The tickets themselves cost quite the bit, which made sense, considering the earnings would be going towards a good (as good as they could get in Hell...) cause.

Pentious recalled the tradition having paused ever since rumours of His Majesty's divorce had begun circulating Pride seven years ago.

Perhaps Charlie's influence had cheered Lucifer back into arranging it without the Queen by his side? If so, that was lovely. Pentious would absolutely buy a ticket. In fact, he could-

And he had eyed the letter and then the box that concealed the dress he hadn't been sure how to gift. And then he had known.

Pentious snipped off the hanging threads that stuck out from the carefully made altercations and smoothed off the dress before gently placing it back into its box. He secured the lid with a ribbon and pushed the package aside as Freddy Mercury returned.

"Thank you, dear," he said as the minion handed him the requested items.

He checked the date from the invitation before beginning to write a note on the paper. He rewrote the message at least three times, shortening it each time, before he was satisfied with its contents. Eventually, the message said;

Angel, Please wear this and meet me at the garden entrance of the Royal Hall on the twentieth of next month; at 18 o'clock. -Pen P.S: No questions! It's a surprise.

Tremoring claws placed the note partially underneath the ribbon, so it wouldn't slide off. Talk about going big or going home.

"You... you reckon this will work, Freddy Mercury?" he asked uncertainly. The minion that had patiently watched the letter's preparation hopped forward to encouragingly pat his master on the shoulder.

"Probably not, Boss."

.

When Angel's door opened, Pentious entered into panic mode. He stared at his friend for a moment, blinking his multiple eyes before flustering and pushing the box forward, nearly dropping it as he tried to hand it to the other Sinner.

"GOOD TIDINGS," he blubbered. "I um- I, I um, I came to give you thisss. Here you go, see you later, bye!"

And just like that, he ran off.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol (Part 1/?)

Hi friends, I heard a hot scenario in the normal world and now I must make my characters miserable because of it. Elijah & Greyson are venturing out of the restaurant for this one! Not sure how many parts, and there’s limited sneezing in this first part (also this first part is kind of short but I have to leave my house so you get a cliffhanger lmao) but I promise more is coming. 

Enjoy!!

CW: male, colds, contagion

A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol

“You’re never going to believe what is in this email.”

Greyson raised an eyebrow at his boss and took his best shot. “Is it a letter from the queen of England bestowing upon you the dukehood you always knew was your lifeblood?”

Elijah turned fully to face the chef with a look of bemusement. “The queen of England is dead, Grey.”

Greyson gasped in such mock horror that half his staff turned to see what was happening in the office. “The queen is DEAD? WHEN? HOW?”

Elijah rolled his eyes and pushed Greyson lightly, playfully. “You did get one thing right, though,” he said, expanding the email so Greyson could read it over his shoulder. “It’s the Epcot World Tour event in England,” he said as Greyson scanned the email. “They invited us to participate.”

Greyson took Elijah’s shoulders in his hands and shook him from behind. “What the fuuuuck man! That’s fuckin wild! I want to go! Can we go?”

Elijah held his hands out, palms up, as if to say ‘I don’t know’. “I mean,” he said, “I don’t think we can say no to something like this. We’re probably going to have to close the restaurant for the week that we’re there, but the publicity for doing this kind of thing… I mean, it’s unparalleled. We couldn’t pay for that kind of press.”

Greyson punched the air. “Oh, HELL yeah!” he said, smacking Elijah on the back excitedly. “We’re going to England, baby!”

***

The event was on a Saturday, which was stressing Elijah out so much that Greyson almost wanted to throw his hands up in the airport security line like a fed-up father and say ‘That’s it, turn around, we’re going home’. Almost.

“Lij,” Greyson said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as Elijah crunched the numbers on his phone for the millionth time. “It’s ONE weekend. We’re literally going to be gone not even five days. I need you to relax.”

“I’m relaxed, I’m just worried about -”

“If you’re worried about something, you’re not relaxed,” Greyson interrupted. “Look, dude, this is going to be so good for the restaurant. It’s going to bring so many people in. Five days closed isn’t going to take us down, okay? I promise.”

Elijah attempted a smile and put his phone back in his pocket. “Alright,” he said, sighing. They made their way through security in silence, and once they were through Elijah finally spoke again: “Where’s the bar in this joint? I need a drink.”

“It’s seven in the morning,” Greyson laughed, and Elijah shrugged.

“Airport rules,” he said, a statement that Greyson couldn’t find an argument for. They found a bar near their gate and flopped their things down before ordering two overpriced bloody mary’s.

“You’re sure the contact got all our ingredients?” Greyson asked as he sipped his drink. Elijah snorted.

“Now who’s the worrywart?”

Greyson flipped him off. “I think that’s a valid thing to be worried about. I mean, I have no idea what they even have available in England. Are there real grocery stores if we need to pick something up? Or is it more of a stand-on-the-side-of-the-road kind of deal? Or is it like back in the 1600s where every store only sells one item and all the stores close at  three pm?”

Elijah gave Greyson a look of incredulity as he sucked down his drink. “Grey,” he said. “It’s England. We’re traveling across the ocean, not across space and time. They’re going to have grocery stores.”

The bartender came by then and asked if they’d like another round, which Elijah responded to by shaking his head and handing her a credit card. “Thanks, boss,” Greyson said as Elijah signed the check, which he responded to by waving the chef off.

“Don’t mention it,” Elijah said. “Let’s get to our plane.”

***

Elijah had been holding his breath as everyone boarded the plane, begging whatever god there may be that no one would be sitting in the seat next to him.

When they had booked the tickets, Elijah had assumed he and Greyson would sit in the same row, but it turned out that was a pipe dream.

“I’ll take the aisle,” they said at the same time when Elijah found them an empty row. Greyson had laughed and said, “Jinx.” Turned out neither of them could stand the thought of being trapped at the window for seven hours, so instead Elijah booked them across from each other and hoped he wasn’t trapped next to someone who smelled – or worse yet, talked to him the whole flight.

He really thought that he’d somehow beat the system when the last few people had trickled onto the plane and no one had sat in the middle seat yet. Even Greyson gave him an eyebrows-raised look of, ‘congrats, you won the airplane lottery’; that is, until the very last person stumbled onto the plane.

To say that the man who was barreling down the aisle and towards the seat next to Elijah looked terrible would’ve been a massive understatement.  He was a good enough looking man – in his 30s, probably around Elijah’s 35, and, also like Elijah, covered in tattoos from the neck down – but clearly he wasn’t...well.

“Excuse mbe – huhhITTZSCHUE!”

Oh, you had to be absolutely fucking joking, Elijah thought as he let the man past him and into the tiny seat next to him. The man sat down and tried to make himself as small and unobtrusive as was possible, but that seemed to be impossible, given his situation.

“Oh fuckigg hell – hehITSZHUE! ITSSHHHUE! Huhh...huh…”

This had to be a joke. He had to be getting punked. The flight hadn’t even taken off yet, and Elijah could already feel a stranger’s cold seeping into his pores, as if it had been specifically chosen for him. He looked over at Greyson, who was clearly biting his own cheek to keep from laughing. Elijah subtly flipped the chef off, and Greyson covered his mouth so as not to let the guffaw escape.

I’m sorry, Greyson mouthed when he had finally composed himself.

Fuck you, Elijah mouthed back, and Greyson once again collapsed into silent laughter. Behind him, Elijah felt the ill man tap his shoulder.

“Pardond mbe,” the man said, his English accent and his cold making him nearly impossible for Elijah to understand. “You wouldn’t happen to have a paracetamol ond you, would you?”

“I’m sorry,” Elijah said. “I don’t have anything.” What the fuck was paracetamol?

“That’s alright,” the man said, coughing lightly. “I’mb so sorry about...all this,” he gestured to his entire presence, and Elijah attempted a smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “And bless you, by the way.” “Much thangks, mbate – huhhITSZCHUE! HUHISHHUE!” The man folded himself in half to try and sneeze away from Elijah and their other seatmate – a woman so asleep Elijah thought she may be dead. The man in the middle coughed harshly into his lap, and Elijah winced.

It was going to be a very long flight.

[sweetracha]

Hi, I'd like to request a skz ot8 drabble to this song please. https://youtu.be/HKENAqs5Ang

If the link doesn't work, the song is called that part by Lauren Spencer it's only avail on YouTube ATM but it's a beautiful song. I'm sure you'll make a beautiful story out of it. I love your writing btw. ❤️❤️

You are so sweet!!! It made my whole day sweetie! The song made me think of when SKZ realized they wanted to marry you. Hope that is okay!

Bang Chan The two of you finally had a day off together and what better way to spend it than by cleaning? Both of you much rather have gone shopping or out to dinner but the apartment needed to be cleaned, especially after pizza night with the other boys. Chan was currently scrubbing away at the burnt-on grease that covered your stovetop, while you were organizing the cabinets. No matter how hard you tried the pantry always got mixed up. There was silence between you but there was no need for conversation. The home you two have created together was filled with comfort, understanding, and love. Tears were shed, laughter was shared, loving nights went into early mornings, and there was always love around. Christopher would have never believed that he would be where he was today. He spent so many long and lonely nights in the studio wishing he had someone to share them with. Then along came you. Out of nowhere it seemed, you appeared in his life and changed everything. Chan was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a little huff of frustration. Turning around he found you on your tippest toes trying to put away a bag of flour. He smiled to himself and watched as you were unaware he knew. However, once he saw your legs begin to climb the counter, he stepped in. Christopher walked up behind you and placed his arm on your shoulder to alert you of his presence. Then he lifted you as if you didn't weigh more than a feather. Once the bag was secured, he pulled you into his embrace. With feet still dangling above the floor you melted into him. He couldn't lose this feeling. He decided right then and there, he was going to marry you.

Lee Know Minho was running late again. He felt so bad having to push back the time every date night just because he needed to get one more step right, correct just one more part of the choreography, and learn just a bit more of the new song. You were always the first thing on his mind but he worries that you are starting to not believe him. Last weekend when he came home after practice he found you asleep on the couch, makeup still on your face. His heart shattered as he saw you hadn't even taken the time to remove your heels and dress. The next day was filled with you explaining that it was okay and you understood. But Minho wouldn’t take that as an excuse, he would make it up to you. After practice, he ran to the grocery store to pick up all the needed items for your favorite meal. Tonight he was going to treat you like the queen you were. Of course, the line at the store was a million miles long. Once he got through check out he saw the time…it was an hour past when he was meant to meet you. With a defeated heart he drove home to you. He unlocked the front door and stepped in ready to be met with your sad eyes. If this time they shined with the fire of rage he would understand. But instead of little sobs, he heard…music? With curiosity he followed the melody into the dining room where he found a fully set table with a hot meal plated…his favorite one. Then his eyes widened as he saw you, dancing happily in the refrigerator light. He slowly made his way to you, worried about ruining the mood. Minho never wanted to see that smile leave your face again. On the next turn, his eyes met yours and you froze. He prepared himself, he was ready for the consequences of his actions. Then he saw your outstretched hand. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, a small giggle escaping your lips. His hand was placed hesitantly into yours. Minho was pulled in quickly and your arms wrapped around him. You began to sway. He got the hint, and Minho began dancing. He made note of the song that played, it was perfect for your first dance.

Changbin Moving was always a hassle. No one looked forward to packing, transporting, and unloading their old lives into a new house. On top of that, there is all the paperwork and payments needed. Then you begin to notice all the problems that the realtor conveniently forgot about during the tour. With a heavy and exhausted sign, you placed down another box. You stepped back to take a breather and that's when you saw him. Changbin carried in the bedframe as if it weighed nothing. A small bit of sweat that rolled down his brow however gave it away, he was just as tired as you were. While he had strength he did not have grace, bashing your bed frame into the wall about 3 times before he finally set it down. Changbin made a note to patch up the holes tomorrow. Stumbling out of the bedroom and into what was planned to be your living room he found you sitting on the floor. He chuckled and sat down with you. A chase kiss was left on your sweaty head. You leaned into his side and gently handed Binnie your water. After taking a sip he looked down at you, already fast asleep. He shuffled back against the wall carefully so as to not wake you and situated your head into his lap. Changbin pulled your ponytail out and began to brush your hair with his hands. His eyes slowly shut to join you in nap time. His dreams were filled with future memories in this new home. Play fights in the living room, late-night snacks in the kitchen, loving nights spent in the bedroom, sick days spent together on the bathroom floor, etc. He even began to imagine what the studio office would look like in a few years. The computer desk would become a crib while the couch is traded out for a rocking chair. In it was you with your newborn baby, he couldn't see their face but he knew they were beautiful. But how does a man achieve his dreams? He takes the leap of faith. Along with the mental note of patching the walls, he added the task of finding you the perfect ring.

Hyunjin Jinnie always loved to paint what he found beautiful. That is why flowers were his most common subject besides you of course. When you two found your forever home outside the city limits he couldn't wait to begin his garden. It was like bringing a painting to life. Quite literally as Hyunjin painted out the exact layout for each flower bed. He wanted it to be perfect but not only for him but for you. He wanted to give you a picture-perfect cottage life. He had dreams of summertime picnics out in the yard and slow dancing under the stars. Jin pictured you in a little yellow sundress with the golden sun making you glow. He tried to draw it so many times before but nothing came close to your true beauty. He shook his thoughts from his head of you in that little sundress and honestly was met with something better. You were sitting on your knees, carefully planting some tulip bulbs. You handled them so gently as if they were a million-dollar piece of art. Closing one eye you checked the angle of the plot. Once a perfect spot was chosen, you planted with confidence. He loved that you saw the art in life too. That you too were an artist even if you wouldn't admit it. Hyunjin had to chuckle a bit when you pushed your sunhat out of the way for the hundredth time, following with a huff. Slowly as to not alert you, he pulled out his phone a snapped a picture. Beauty captured in jeans and an old tee. Later he would paint that same image but this time he added one thing, a beautiful diamond ring.

Han (T.W. Anxiety and Panic Attacks) Life was over. It was all ending. How could you ever forgive him? Not after he did that. He wasn't responsible and you would see it. You would come home and yell at him. Then the door would slam and you'd be gone. Just like the sand of time running through his hands, you'd be gone. He would chase you down like he was chasing oxygen right now but it would be hopeless. You would be gone. Han came to terms with his life coming to an end on the cold bathroom floor. He didn't mean to ruin your favorite dress! Jisung just wanted to surprise you tonight. He planned everything down to the final details of your date, he wanted you to be proud of him. But when he saw a loose thread on the dress he picked out for you, he didn't think, he just pulled. Then in a matter of seconds, the expensive garment was no more than fabric pooled on the floor. Tears flooded his eyes as he heard the door shut and your voice calling out to him. Han braced for the final blow of death to hit him. He jumped when gentle warm hands touched his knees. He looked up and found your eyes full of worry. Han tried to look away but your hands stopped him. You wanted to make this hurt, he just knew it. No one could love a mess up like him. Then a soft kiss was placed on his trembling lips. Before he knew it he was cradled into you like a child seeking comfort. Soft coos and hushes left your lips as you held him and told him it would be okay. After some silence, Han broke and explained everything. He didn't expect to hear laughter. You were so caught off guard by what triggered this panic attack you couldn't help but giggle a bit at the silly boy. You explained the dress was not worth leaving him over. You could buy a new one, a cuter one! You would even let Jisung pick it out. Once his mind cleared from the fog of anxiety he began to imagine how white would look on you.

Felix The house always smelled like chocolate and sugar. With two bakers living together, how could it not? Felix and you loved to bake together, so much so that Fridays became honorary baking nights. Some weeks you would try something new and others you would stick to the classics. Tonight however was a mixture of both. The other boys were meant to come over later on for a movie night and you two knew brownies were a must! But the boys were so use to Felix’s brownies now and you really wanted to surprise them. However, when you both came up with different ideas it was so hard to choose. Felix wanted to go crazy and add fruit to the mix while you decided that ice cream brownies went with the vibe much better. As much as you two love each other, you also loved competition. So it was off! Felix and you baked your own brownies and the boys would judge them. The winner gets to pick Friday night bake for a month. The stakes were high but the love was higher. Felix couldn't help but put your ice cream back in the freezer after you accidentally left it out. While he was shifting his flour you quickly threw away all the rotten berries from his pile. Most people would sabotage their competition but not you two. No you two couldn't help but joke around and honestly make a mess. So you weren't fully surprised by the smell of burnt chocolate during your food fight. You both paused and you saw the look on Felix’s face. Your brownies were out of the oven a while ago which means they were his. You both rushed to the oven to pull them out quickly. So quickly in fact you forgot an oven mitt, you just wanted to save his dessert. You pulled back with a loud yelp and his brownies went crashing to the ground. Tears filled your eyes and Felix felt his heart shatter. He rushed you to the sink and began to aid your hand. He shushed all your apologies and dried your eyes of any tears. Once your hand was wrapped and he was sure you were okay, he began to clean. You tried to help him but Lix was adamant you were to look after your hand. After he finished scrubbing the last bit of baked-on brownies he went to find you. What he found instead was a plate filled with your brownies. On top of each was a scoop of ice cream and Felix’s fresh fruit. He smiled to himself at your kind gesture. Was it too cheesy to put a ring on a cupcake next Friday?

Seungmin Comebacks were always busy, especially now that SKZ had left JYP. Seungmin and the others were working overtime trying to fill in all the missing gaps now that they didn’t have staff. He hoped more freedom would mean more time with you. In reality, that's what you both wanted. Seungmin knew that but he also knew you'd never tell him. Minnie was well aware of the fact that you'd never let him put you over his career, but you also knew he'd leave everything if it meant losing you. Therefore you helped out where you could. Dinner was made for when he got home, bags were packed for press tours, and schedules were kept on your phone. He never asked you to do this, he wanted you to know that you didn't have to be his keeper but you wanted to. It was the little acts like this where you were able to show your love. This is how you would tell him that it was okay, that you were okay. So when he woke up to the smell of coffee he knew today was one of those days. Sluggishly making his way to the kitchen Seungmin found a note that said ‘I made you an iced americano and honey water for today, lunch is in the fridge, DON'T FORGET IT THIS TIME. I'll call on my break, I love you- yours always’. He smiled and quickly added the note to his growing collection in his wallet. It was running out of space but Seungmin would never throw one away. When he got lonely on tour he would pull each one out and read them. They made him think of you, they made him think of home. That's when it hit him, in the middle of the kitchen. He was never homesick when he was gone, he was lovesick. You were his home, his comfort, his shelter, his everything. Minnie wanted a life with you forever. He knew he couldn’t make that happen in a day but surely he could buy a ring on tour.

I.N. A kid's birthday party wasn't exactly how Jeongin wanted to spend his Saturday afternoon but when you asked him to join you for your niece's 5th birthday how could he have said no? He never says no to you. So now here he was at a rickety picnic table listening to kids scream and cry while he poked at his cake. You were long gone, swept away by family. Innie liked kids he really did but something about this setting made him never want them again. The life you two shared was hectic enough as it was. So much has happened in such a short time because of it. Jeongin was ready to slow down and take his time with you. You had only been dating for a year but he felt like so much of it was rushed due to scheduling. It was hard to find time to see each other so when you two finally did get time alone, you crammed in as much as possible. He didn’t regret it, not in the slightest. He would take a fast-paced romance over nothing at all but part of him wished he got to enjoy it more. Innie didn’t know how much time he got with you before it was going to be over and done with. Why was he spending it at a stupid child's birthday party rather than being with you? A huff of annoyance left his lips rather loudly making a few people turn to look at him. In the clearing of bodies, he saw you, with a little baby girl in your arms. You were cooing at her and playing with a rattle. The smile on your face was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, he really wish he got time to appreciate your smile more. The giggle that left you as the baby joined along was infectious, Innie had to giggle too. Did you always giggle like that? He began to notice the little things from how your eyes crinkled to the little bouncy steps you took. Time slowed down for a moment and he realized something. Why did your love have to end in a fiery blaze of glory? He wanted years, not minutes. He wanted love, not lust. He wanted you and only you. He knew now wasn’t the time but he was going to make an effort to get there eventually. Right now, however, he was okay with watching his future wife enjoy the little things.

[star-vessel1237]

Repeating Storyline AU ( A TWST AU)

Summary: What if Crowley failed to stop the madness that the overblots brought the first time it happened. To try and fix his mistake he started summoning students to try and help the students. However the last twenty two times have failed, currently the new summon, Yuu, is doing well. They are getting close to figuring out Crowley’s secret however. But what came of the other summons? Well, reseting the time loop will cause errors and sometimes replacements are required.

Report #01

Good evening everyone. Unfortunately we have terrible news tonight. Last week on January 4, 2021, a boy by the name of Riley Rose-Heart went missing. He was last spotted at Queen’s Garden with his mother, Elizabeth Rose-Heart, while attending a private party.

The last time anyone had seen Riley was when he and his mother had gotten into an argument about his future. The young boy screamed at his mother before running off into the garden’s rose maze before disappearing. Authorities called say that the only evidence left was the boy’s hairclip, the item itself lying in the center of the maze.

If anyone has evidence on the whereabouts of Riley Rose-Heart, please contact authorities, thank you.

Report #02

G̷o̶o̷d̸ ̶e̸v̷e̶n̶i̵n̷g̸ ̵e̷v̷e̶r̷y̸o̵n̷e̵.̴ Unfortunately we have terrible news tonight. A young man by the name of Tyler Green had gone missing on January 31, 2021. He was last seen getting groceries for his family’s small bakery, he did not return h̷o̴m̸e̵ for three hours. 

After the police were called, they found evidence that he may have been kidnapped. The evidence was a list with his handwriting, a fallen grocery bag, and his glasses, damaged on the left lens. All of these were found on the dirt rode he took from home to his local grocery store, horse hoof prints being found near the scene.

If anyone has evidence on the whereabouts of Tyler Green, please contact authorities, t̷h̸a̵n̴k̸ ̵y̶o̸u̸.̷

Report #03

G̶o̶o̸d̶ ̵e̷v̵e̵n̷i̷n̵g̷ ̴e̸v̵e̸r̷y̶o̶n̸e̷.̸ ̵U̷n̵f̵o̶r̷t̶u̵n̴a̵t̴e̶l̵y̸ ̷w̷e̵ ̴h̸a̶v̵e̸ terrible news tonight. A college student by the name of Carter Diamond had gone missing on February 2, 2021. According to eye-witness report from his friend, who choose to remain anonymous, they all went to Queen’s Garden to do a vlog post about the disappearance of the missing boy, Riley Rose-Heart. 

Due to the unexpected fog, they ended up splitting up. Carter’s friends heard him scream and ran to find him when the fog was lighting up. When they weren’t able to find him they called the police. Police later found evidence of yet another kidnapping, the evidence this time with Carter’s broken cellphone and similar hoof prints to Tyler Green’s disappearance.

If anyone has evidence on the whereabouts of Carter Diamond, please ̴c̵o̶n̶t̵a̴c̴t̷ ̵a̸u̴t̵h̸o̸r̴i̸t̷i̵e̸s̶,̷ ̵t̵h̶a̴n̴k̷ ̵y̷o̷u̵

Report #04 and #05

G̵o̴o̴d̶ ̵e̷v̸e̵n̴i̸n̶g̵ ̶e̶v̵e̶r̸y̶o̷n̵e̵.̸ ̴U̴n̷f̶o̸r̴t̴u̸n̶a̵t̸e̷l̷y̷ ̵w̴e̷ ̴h̷a̷v̵e̸ ̷t̶e̴r̶r̶i̶b̶l̴e̵ ̶n̵e̴w̵s̶ ̷t̵o̵n̶i̶g̵h̷t̸.̷ Two high school student, Ace Liddell and Dante Spade, had gone missing.

Ace Liddell had went missing on February 26, 2021. After his school’s basketball game he gone into the lockers to change with his teammates and Dante waiting for him. After a while, they decided to barrage into the room to see if Ace was alright. Despite no noise being heard, there were smashed lockers and Ace’s normal clothes ripped up as the entire room was a mess, with Ace nowhere insight. People have suspected kidnapping as the small window in the locker room was smashed along with the rest of the room.

While the basketball team panicked and called the police, Dante ran off in the middle of the night on his bike to try and find his friend. It wasn’t until it was the morning of February 27, 2021, that his bike was found by the auto repair shop he worked at. The shop owner claims that he didn’t hear anything all night and the security footage had been corrupted around that time, the only audio being manageable was Dante screaming to get away from him, before a crash was heard.

If anyone has evidence on the whereabouts of Ace Liddel and Dante Spade, p̸l̵e̷a̷s̸e̶ ̴c̸o̵n̷t̸a̷c̵t̶ ̸a̸u̴t̸h̸o̴r̴i̸t̵i̶e̵s̴,̵ ̴t̷h̸a̴n̷k̷ ̵y̸o̷u̸.̷

A̴l̸l̶ ̷t̴h̵e̴ ̷r̶o̴s̶e̵s̴ ̵a̶r̸e̵ ̷n̴o̵w̶ ̵p̶a̷i̷n̵t̸e̸d̸.̷.̵.̶

(That’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed.)

[dzthenerd490]

File: Omega Mart

SCP#: AIS

Code Name: O- O- O- Omega Mart! You have no idea what's in store for YOU! ;-)

Object Class: Homager

Special Containment Procedures: The area where SCP-AIS is located has been sealed off from the rest of the city of Las Vegas. Around it a building was constructed that is meant to resemble a large storage area for a local construction company. Anyone who comes close by is to be escorted away regardless of their reasoning. Due SCP-AIS being a creation of Group of Interest: Are We Cool Yet? Mobile Task Force Upsilon-23 “Art Critics” is responsible for assisting Foundation Doctors and Researchers as they explore SCP-AIS. Anomalous items found within SCP-AIS should be tested within SCP-AIS as doing so outside can be hazardous. Mobile Task Force Dionysus-8 “Market Crashers” are responsible for assisting MTF Upsilon-23 taking down any anomalous creatures that might be spawned from experiments within SCP-AIS gone wrong. 

Mobile Task Force Ares-9 “Mall Security” is responsible for defending Foundation staff against intruders from Group of Interest: The Black Queen’s Insurgency, Are We Cool Yet?, Dr. Wondertainment, Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, and The Serpent's Hand. Greazeburger Incorporated has been reported sometimes trying to infiltrate SCP-AIS but it's normally not that hard to simply escort them out. 

Description: SCP-AIS is an art project created by Group of Interest: Are We Cool Yet? The result of this project is a Supermart called “Omega Mart” which contains every type of food, drug, and product that a normal store might possess both in this reality and other realities. A majority of the products and items sold within SCP-AIS do not exist in our reality often existing in alternative timelines and different dimensions especially ones were common social laws and even physical laws are not the same as ours. Shockingly trying to get all the products does nothing as they always restock themselves within 24 hours and sometimes are replaced with entirely new products. How Are We Cool Yet? managed to create such a structure with so many anomalous items and never runs out of them is unknown. 

The interior of SCP-AIS is not hazardous in any way but can be quite difficult to traverse as certain areas defy the laws of physics as well. Some areas it is common for the gravity to flow to the walls rather than the ground. There are spatial distortions causing certain products to be distorted when placed in a certain area but perfectly normal when placed in another. There are even sections that don’t sell anything but seem to be large optical illusions that can make someone have a headache if they stay there for too long. The only true hazard of SCP-AIS is to obtain the wrong product or use a product in the wrong way, a mistake that is unfortunately very easy to make. Please see Addendum X-66 for details.

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Addendum X-66

The following is a short list of the anomalous items that can be obtained within SCP-AIS. It should be noted that though some items have prices they do not require money to be activated.

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“Zlag” - Type of juice made with apple, ginger, and lemongrass. Is noted to actually be pretty good.

“Mrs. Dram's Romantic Dinner in a Can” - A tin can that when open seems to be empty but when used in a pour out genster instantly manifested a table with a clover over it, two chairs, a nicely lit candle on the table, two plates with fork, knife, and spoon next to it, and even a server who already has prepared a delicious meal that the one who used the can and their significant other or desired crush will enjoy. After serving the two if they are present he will manifest a violin and play lovely music. Has actually become popular among Foundation staff who need to set up dates fast. 

“Dark Matter Spray” - Anomalous spray can that seemingly releases nothing but is actually spraying Dark Matter into the air. Has been harvested heavily by the Foundation for spatial experiments. 

“Plausible Deniability” - Seemingly a normal stack of papers but once one comes into contact with a law enforcer or a lawyer it shows a legal document that can get the holder out of any situation. Often being signed by a politician that can legally assist in the area, the highest ranking it has been known to utilize is representatives of the UN and even the entire UN Council itself. The Foundation often uses it to assist in making cover stories and has distributed them to our allies at the Horizon Initiative and the Global Occult Coalition, the ladder of which was outraged such things exist. 

“Omega Mart Lemons” - Living Lemons that have an eye growing out of them, no other anomalous traits have been observed as of late. The Ethics Committee banned all research regarding these anomalous items and ordered to have a small portion contained at Site-AA and the rest be left alone. 

Glorbox - [data expunged]. [data expunged]. [data expunged]. [data expunged]. [data expunged]. The sole surviving instance has been stored at Site-[data expunged].

Omega Cola - Metaphysical Cola, Can be poured and placed anywhere even inside photos, books, audio recordings, TV recordings, and TV shows. Once this his done any character or person who interacts with it, forever alters that recording or piece of media. Though thankfully testing has shown it is restricted to the recording or media piece affected and doesn’t affect any other showings of the media piece or people involved in the recordings. However it’s possible to reach into affected media and recordings and getting a brand new bottle of Omega Cola as a result. Researchers have noted it’s too sugary and doesn’t taste good at all so there’s really no point to having some. 

“Collector's Edition Sliced Meats” - A DVD collection case but contains disk shaped slices of various meat instead of DVDs. Extremely hazardous as looking at the meat for too long can cause you to only say “Meat” for the rest of your life. Researchers who experienced this have had to take amnestic treatment and mimetic therapy to fix their speech. 

“First Contact” - Box filled with strange powder, once contact is made with this powder you will immediately meet with a manifestation of your perfect soul mate. The O5 Council have ordered all Foundation staff to stay away from this product even if there are Staff members who are lonely.

“Mythic Farms Leprechaun Kidneys” - seemingly no different to the kidneys of a chipmunk but once consumed raw grant the consumer an unusual amount of luck for 24 hours. Does absolutely nothing if consumed after being cocked. Researchers often like to eat one that way if they encounter a hazardous anomaly they will normally end up okay due to the luck granted.

“Zalgitos” - Tiny pillows that are held inside a normal chip bag, are edible and have been noted to taste like Doritos by researchers. 

"Who Told You This Was Butter?" - Strange cream that greatly resembles "I can't believe it's not butter" product. Is a cream that can change flavor depending on what the user wants though it can never change into the flavor of butter.

"Individually Wrapped Wheat Squares" - a single slice of bread that has no anomalous properties as far as scans can tell. However, when consumed the user will not get hungry for 48 hours. Has been utilized by MTF units during long and harsh missions.

"Lil Meow Gruel For Cats" - Does not possess anomalous properties but instead is anomalous in the type of meat it has in the cat food such as "Lonely Hiker", "Healthy Wolf", and "Mammoth Chunks".

"Rabbit Shards" - shards of glass that are actually quite floppy but can be cooked into its typical hard glass form. Can also be consumed and tastes exactly like rabbit. Sometimes collected by MTF units as emergency rations though they are notably difficult to cook.

"Whale Song Deodorant" - Deodorant that smells like a cool and fresh breeze of the ocean side. Fills the wearer's head with lovely Whale Songs allowing them to be calm. Popular among Foundation staff that want to relax while smelling good.

"Tooth Slime" - Sentient slime in a toothpaste bottle that will latch onto the teeth of a nearby user and start eating the bad bacteria and cavities on the teeth. Has allows Foundation staff to get whiter and stronger teeth but the fact that the slime is alive makes them very uncomfortable and thus most don't use it often.

***

SCP-AIS was discovered in 2012 when a series of strange commercials telling the viewers about “Omega Mart” which sold otherworldly and often nonsensical products. Originally thought to be another vile plot of Group of Interest: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media; Foundation agents were sent to the location provided to investigate. However, upon arriving at [data expunged], Las Vegas they found SCP-AIS and a sign in the front which read the following.

“Omega Mart, the only store you’ll ever need to go to ever again. We possess everything you need, everything you don’t, and everything you’ll need eventually. Nothing is suspicious here and if you think otherwise, you're probably asking in the wrong place, so stop asking questions and instead answer one instead, Are We Cool Yet?”

SCP-AIS was immediately locked down in response though very rarely do members of Are We Cool Yet? ever actually attack and try to regain control. More often than not other Groups of Interest have tried to enter SCP-AIS in hopes of getting their hands on anomalous products and either exploit them or weaponize them.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[suyinskiss]

who: @engineerzuleima where: zuleima's workshop notes: sorry if you forgot about dis i took forever

Suyin held a healthy amount of respect for Zuleima despite their differences, hence why she tried to keep the woman close. So close that she'd secured herself a personal tour of the strigoi's workshop within the Queen's palace. She could count the number of times she'd been inside the palace on one expertly manicured hand, and usually it was on business - being highly sought after for her performances and such. While this meeting appeared to be more personal, it would likely end in business, somehow, Suyin was certain.

Whilst she waited for the workshop's owner to arrive, she wandered around the room, poking and prodding at random inventions and contraptions lying about. She picked one up - a rod of some sort without purpose, as far as Suyin could tell. The door finally creaked open behind her - a perfect opportunity to qualm her curiosity. "You know, I once visited a rather exotic toy store in Caribella. It sold items that looked quite similar to this. Guess they had to originate from somewhere..."

[saiditallbefore]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks to @tavina-writes for tagging me!

Emiko is out with Judy and Courtney when it happens. [it's not what you've lost, but it's what you find] DC Comics, gen, Mia Dearden & Emiko Queen adventure fic.

There's something wrong with Luke. [a steady flame] Star Wars, gen, Owen Lars & Luke Skywalker outside POV time travel ficlet.

Xanthe exited Mr. Nyugen’s store, tucking the paper gold the for the Jade Court into the scroll case at their hip, alongside all their own weapons and tools and an assortment of other paper items— a guzheng, a writing set, a skateboard— for their other clients. [march of death, pulse of life] DC Comics, gen, Xanthe Zhou slice of life. Written for Yuletide 2023.

“Let me see your arm,” Nicky says. [say you'll remember me] The Old Guard, Nile/Andy post-movie get together fic. Written for Femslashex 2023.

Amidala’s Handmaidens [Secure Server] - 25-7-01 AFE [In Memoriam] Star Wars, Padme & her handmaidens, epistolary & memoir & worldbuilding. Written for Fic in a Box 2023.

Dinah fumbled with the keypad to the clocktower. [I Could Close the Curtains (But This is Too Much Fun)] DC Comics, Dinah Lance/Zatanna Zatara, PWP.

Ben wakes up. [Try, Try Again] Star Wars, Ben Solo, post-canon AU ficlet.

They find a little café in Brisbane, after they've dealt with the maw-mouth and cleaned themselves up. [devil's in the details] Scholomance, El/Orion, post-canon ficlet.

Mia is still in her room when Ollie gets home. [aftershocks] DC Comics, Mia Dearden & Connor Hawke & Oliver Queen, missing scene.

Ollie tells Connor to take her home, after. [fault lines] DC Comics, Mia Dearden & Oliver Queen, missing scene.

I don't know if I have any particular pattern! I like to jump in as close to the action as possible, so my first sentence tends to be setting the scene and catching the reader up on where we are. I'm actually surprised there weren't more that opened with dialogue; I feel like I do that a lot.

I don't know who's already been tagged for this, so if you haven't been tagged yet and want to do it, consider yourself tagged. <3